Gardening

He treated me like a weed,
growing in his garden
Protecting me from other plants
who tried to steal my light

He gave me lots of compliments
Praised my beauty and my soul
Until two other flowers
seemed to catch his sight

He planted them right away
One from Texas, one blazing Red
And dug me from the ground
I might as well be dead

So now I am a weed, thrown aside in the dirt
Dealing with the sadness, the anger, the hurt

But what he does not know
is that i have a certain charm
and i have sown my seeds elsewhere

Far from his harm