Spit On My Flowers

When I failed you
I was micro me
small bits chewed up
and spit out into birds mouth
when I failed you
I was prostrated
and still I lay here
licking dirt from your shoes
When I failed you
I was infection
drained out
the sores never quite healed
When you failed me
I was expendable
and your reason conquered over
my freshly dug grave
and spit on my flowers