Tears a part

I took my favorite flower.
I smashed and clashed it.
1 tiny pile of scent:
(sticky,
damaged,
icy)

While trying to breathe
I play the haze game.
Love me... not, Love not, Love me... not

1 beautiful watery mosaic lies bare eyes
I swipe and sweep forwards and towards.
There is no longer such thing as a favorite flower.

Jone -;-...s