my novelty

I said you found a place under my skin,
I didn't lie.
I said that some how you found a way inside my brain,
it was the truth;
the cave within me echos your words.
I said that I care, that I think about you quite often and that your presence is the only thing life has graced me with,
once again my words held truth.
But you threw that all away.
My words, my feelings, they were all bits of paper thrown to a flame.
You danced on my grave and spit in my eyes.
And now I have to grow again.
But I am no weed.
A flower that has been hurt can't simply begin to grow.
My petals hurt.
My stamen hurt.
Everything hurts.
I will grow, just not now.
Not now.