You pull apart the final wilted petal
Dropping all that is left carelessly to the ground.
It told you what I always tried to say,
But you had to tear it from its life source to believe.
Now it’s finally over,
I can let go of the rope that tore my palms
In the child’s game of tug of war
That reduced you to a tantrum throwing toddler.
Now you finally know,
The fantasy in your head has been pulled into reality.
We are not kids playing games anymore,
We are not anything anymore.