Dreadfully Body

Oh my dear, I apologise that I can not love you, You're not beautiful anymore, Nor can I cherish your existence. I am thankful that you were holding my soul, When it was melancholic, and joyous, When I felt like the darkest abyss with no end, And when I felt like The most divine flower. You've taken care of me,  Like a mother shall care for her child But now, I am embarrassed to be you, I don't like the body, Nor the soul. It is filled with dirt,  Dirt that can't even grow flowers.