Wilted

Wilted in the snow how it is for this. 

Wilted down below outgrown it's usefulness. 

Wilted over time cause that's the way its gone. 

Slowly loosing beauty, the  crumpling crumble of the crumb, the youth that wanted to become someone . 

Two scar to dust, attacked by backlash, two well aware of the flaws. 

Wilted beyond recognition, the thing never received. 

Wilted away while no one noticed. 

After all watching something rot is heart breaking. 

The slow gut wrenching fade into bones, the consumption of the cancerous hunger . 

Wilt sweet rose, your insulted no more. 

Wilt glorious age, for death has a beauty of its own. 

Wilt ugliness composting in the shit. 

Wilted over and over again, reborn with battle scars or throw away. I guess disregarded is the right word to say  . 

Who scratched you up so bad, who made you pick at yourself, who tells all the bad things about you, even if untrue, who totally hates you. 

The wilted non love who still aches you to suffer. 

The callus attack of the self jilted lover. 

Was not nothing, was not something, was not worth thinking about don't wilt what's left to have on things gone wrong.