there was a time

I used to rose petal you with poetry:
Peachy words filled with love and integrity;
Pepper your edges with perfect pieces of personality;
Originality; hallowed protection and civility.

Regardless of how much I selflessly give,

I am an essence you no longer wish to receive;
A purity diluted with fluted belief
It revolves around you seeming to perceive,
Intention redeems you of all the wicked conceit.