What happens to a blooming flower

Blooming comes with lessons the journey may implant into your memory lane but instead of titled “best memories from childhood days “ it’ll be more like “scarring memories I will not be able to erase “ and you won’t understand why such a tragedy would be brought up against you, you’re a flower that blooms, not a dark grey cloud, so you sit and you wonder how can something so beautiful be treated so bad, ripped up as soon as you bloom, because once you turn beautiful your sweet toned petals are the new attraction that everyone must touch , touch, but never ask for your permission, but well they try but then they figure , being ripped from your own life is what you want. Because their hands belong on you , separating you from your young roots and making you believe growing up quick is right , just like the fact flowers must rot before they die. 

With his rough hands tracing your stem till he reaches up high and inhales your scent, and plants himself, onto you while the touch kills your purity and you start to rot, slowly as he pulls you closer and closer to him, almost as if he owns you. You run, run but your roots are giving up, he’s strong and no means yes In his language, and boy, he is a boy and you’re a flower that bloomed, your petals were too much not to want to touch. Cold blooded murder walks around holding you with a pride he should not own, as you’re in his palms rotting as your “sweet toned petals” turn different shades of black, till they fall and now, they are nothing more than traces left of you left over for people to walk over , without knowing once you were a blooming flower. ~ 

                                                        A.B