The Flower
I was a flower
Now?
I'm a withered, lifeless stem
Petals brown and wrinkled
Stiff and brittle
Decomposing in the dump.
How did I get here?
You of all people should know.
You were the one who made me blossom
You kept me alive
But then you stopped nurturing me.
You shaded me and plugged my water
Slowly I began to deteriorate
Slowly you killed me
Until one day you tore my roots from the ground.
Now,
Without water,
Without soil,
Without love,
I lay with the dirt
I lay with the forgotten
I lay with the unwanted.
I yearn for somebody to pick me up and make me blossom once again
Just like before...
But I don't think I'll ever be that beautiful again.
I was a flower.
Now?
I'm just a forgotten carcass of what was supposed to be
A never-ending love.