you planted my seed
but failed to caress me as i grew
and when i did not turn
into the flower
you wanted me to be
you watched me wilt
and walked away

—

and of course
after you heard the strum
of my guitar
the high notes
of my chorus
one too many times
it no longer felt new to you
the goosebumps
no longer appeared
my song lost its touch
but what hurt the most
was when i lost you