Fading like a flower

I’m wilting like a flower.
How many times has that comparison been made?
You’re my home.
And I don’t own a hat.
Yes, I am a cynic.
No home for the flowers
And I am allergic anyway.

I’m fading like the snow in the sun.
Frozen to the core.
Thawed by your smoldering words.
My lips turn blue.
Overly emotional.
I’m in too deep.
What happens if I please myself and say goodbye?