Flower drowned in the pit of an empty well.

How could you do this? What did I do? I had your heart and you broke mine in two?
I could rhyme

this piece but it's not something I want to do, it's just about expressing why and how you did this to me. It's not a poem or a love story either it's an expressive piece of why I was hurt and broken when all I did was love
Imagine a person who's so happy and content that they open their eyes in the morning and cannot wait till the day starts, imagine this person is a flower.
Many days of sunbeams, many days of watering and many days of growing, this person grew petals. Then completely unexpected comes along another person. One that is tortured and ruined, one that is an excuse of a person, a ball of secrets and lies, covering up their pain with a filter of fake smiles.
let's call this person A well an empty well, so deep and hopeful on the surface but once reaching to the bottom finding no water, nothing to keep the flower alive.

the well was at the beginning so intrigued by this flower that there would not be anything it would not do, in fact things that were unspeakable, unheard of , things that could be mistaken for genuinity and love. There is nothing the empty well would not express to show this flower it was safe and it could flourish freely with the help of the water inside of this well.

However the more and more the flower let go the more the empty well started to unravel its true identity, the water was missing, it was empty and really what was inside was a long abyssal tunnel built with trapping the pain and burying it with a new brick each day to cover the real identity of the abyss. It appears to be a well , something that you would use to quench your thirst, but in reality it is bone dry, with not a thing inside.

Why? Why would this be another mission for this well, why couldn't it pretend to another flower. Because this flower had wings, it was ready to fly.
It was intriguing and life was to be sucked out of it, it's time to break the well and leave this unquenchable desire and hope and for the flower to flourish. Because there will never be anything , no amount of water to fill that well, it broke and damaged the flowers petals until it became nothing but a damaged weed. But it's still a flower, and it's honest about it's pain, it will not cover it up with bricks or stand out in the rain.

it will be a damaged weed for as long as it takes, and it will never delve into an empty well, but it will find a flower just the same, with nothing to hide, no secrets or shame, no pain or make pretend, but just love and happiness to project.