the 11th flower

The 11th flower blossoms oceans across,
But who does she blossom for?
One petal lost, then two petals lost,
Soon there will be no more.
Shining virtuous through the weeds,
She gives slightly under smoke.
She crosses the world, planting her seeds,
But pulls away when he tries to stroke.
On one side of the world a hole in the chest,
On the other two kissable lips,
The poor 11th flower can’t find the best,
But like a good flower she collects her chips,
Because the 11th flower likes her power.
Alas, her secrets begin to unfurl,
And when you take the petals from a flower,
All that’s left is a girl.