*Roses really smell like shit*

I can't sleep so I was looking through some of my stuff and found this. Here is something I wrote my sophmore year of college. I dedicated it to my ex boyfriend. we're still friends till this day but ole boy broke my heart :( I wrote this to express myself and ended up getting recognition at school for this very poem. So I guess it safe to Thank the kid for being my muse :) Enjoy

Like roses in a rose bush our love seem to be alive,
like hair from its root our love seem to be alive,
like nails from its bed our love seem to be alive
but when were you going to inform me that this love was just a lie?
for months I watered you with love
gave you the right supplements to keep you in tune
I was your pro-biotic when your shit wouldn't move
wouldn't go away i'd stay and listen to you
but thats only when you'd speak
i'd talk to you for hours just so you could be on beat
with me you rarely spoke and i always wondered why
till that dreadful transition when dust almost met sky
but caused a metamorphic transposition
when the season changed the memories disperse and out the window they'd fly
the flower starts to wither and so my love, we die.
your feelings start to change
while mine remain the same
swimming in denial
while you sat on the bank
on account of me investing emotionally into you
just hoping and wishing that what I thought I knew just wasn't true
I'd pray for you and your heart too but did you know that?
did you know that everyday I'd think about the way things used to be?
I use to be your inspiration now I'm just your means for copulation
you prolly don't even realize that I love you
you prolly don't even realize that I care
what am I suppose to do when your not here?
me, holds on to the mere idea of you keeping it real with myself is a bit too much
and to your entity I'd clutch and hold on for whatever was in store for me optimistically
wanting so bad for you to love me just as much
or for you to hold me just as tight
so I pretend I dont notice
the way you ignore me in public
or the way you turn the other way after you busted
not taking the time to just, hold me
making me feel used but the truth is I notice everything
from the late night rendezvous to you just trying to keep it cool
coming over only at night
tell me what am I s'pose to do when the best part of me was always you
all I ask is that you treat me with love and respect
but in retropect i'll be fine
healing on takes time
truth is, I dont need your kinda love
I dont need your kinda tender touch
roses have petals but you your just the bud
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
and like that I can go on forever hoping that you do love me
but like roses in a rose bush
our love seem to be alive then the season changed
and like that our love died