Poem/Short Story - of X. It's missing it's bones.

I didn't mean this to end sad or be about X, but it was something that just sort of showed face.

Infatuation
As beauty of flower
falls to ground-

A boy took chance.
To be forever broken,
Or led to true romance

He knew despite it's fortune,
Fate will blow a kiss-
With Love embraced,
Rejection dismissed.

He dared to be brave
Holding breath
He spoke.

Quick to love,
My back is for your feet.
Loyal until death
No other can compete.

Knowing not myself,
I will do what you say fair,
I carry no burdens,
Only ones you cannot bear.

Standing in utter emotion
He could not bear silence.
Doubt grew in his mind.

We are forever destine!
A flower would never tell lie.

Silly boy,
A flower cannot speak.
I will not love water
as you show to be.
You are without container,
formless to me.

These are words he wish he heard.
Spoken
ever quietly.
Masked by words poised
They imagined carefully.

From that day
Senescence be their wish.
Until he realized,
Life was missed.

Holding his arms open
He wish she struck
To remove her from
mind, to relieve him
from time

She cried for days,
Scratching his walls
As he stares.
His doors stay close,
as loneliness now knows.

Her scent left his pillow,
His bed grew cold.
This was his choice.
And now he grows old.