like a rose

Cursed, manipulated; savouring the jealousy you release from me. I'm not sure if you do it to get me back, or if you're really starting to like her. I'm confused, I feel betrayed. Would a kiss fix everything like one says? Maybe there's an obvious answer. Maybe I'm just stupidly oblivious. Maybe I'm just not right for you, and perhaps it's pretty obvious. Love me or not, you'll forever own the largest space in my heart. Like plucking petals from a rose, I feel like I'm falling apart.