Petunia's story

Petunia's story 2

We were two flowers in a vase
grandma once told us
Each more radiant
because of the other

I was never once mad
That you were prettier, smarter
That you were more loved
Coz you belonged to me

You were my personal doll
Mine to play with , Mine to love
You looked upto me, adored me
And I gave you everything

Soon we were peers
We fought, we made up
But we had known deep down
That there was them and there was us

Until that flower in your hand
It's petals opening and closing
Like a warning that our lives
Were forever changing

Suddenly it was just me
You chose him and his world
Didn't you see that he had hurt me?
Or didn't that matter anymore?

I was jealous now
Of your power, your beauty
I was lost in your shadow
I'd rather have basked in your glory

Plain, dim, ugly me
Unloved, unwanted. The other child
Filled with self loathing
Borne out of being around you

You came by and said
"Don't do this, you deserve better"
Well, He chose me for me
When no one else did

When I gave you that vase
With the two flowers in it
You didn't understand
What I was trying to say

Then you were gone
With so many things unsaid
Your little boy on my doorstep
Your eyes, your debt