crashlanding [poetry]

my garden.

the garden of my heart
i would once gently tend
now grows withered, and frail

you entered the scene
seized my watering can
i watched as it turned into jail

my garden
stems have been straightened
unnaturally so;
and petals seem to follow a rhythm
my thorns made me special
you cut them all off
and i know where not, but you hid them
(you selfish bastard)

my garden
no longer a place where a rose may grow freely
but a boost for your heightening ego
and oh, do i truly bow down to pray
that i may one day rip off your tuxedo

my garden
oh, you thought we were at your mercy
to your every whim, every need we tilted
psh - really now, sir, to tell you the truth
the joke is on you, cause we've wilted

;; so i tried to do one that rhymed and yeah... this has been in my drafts for a while now xD