April 5, 2020. 10:59 AM
It's your fault
You see how flowers bloom when they have the sun?
And you see how they die when they get overshadowed by bigger plants?
She may be five feet tall
But she sure has some leaves
And her roots took over my soil
And her petals and branches took over my sun
And my sun followed
And shone his light over her
He chose one plant
Over the weakest one
Isn't it funny how nature works?
Eagles kill their weakest offsprings
Reassuring the strongest will live
And the weakest just die as a result of something they didn't have any control over
You chose a different plant
One that was not my own kind
You let her
You let them overshadow me
Me, the smallest
The humblest of them all
I gave you what I could
What I had
Everything I had
What I owned
The soil under me
Around my roots
I was small, and innocent
And I gave you the tiny
But important space around me
I made you my owner
And dedicated my small roots
My tiny leaves
And humble petals
All to you
But I guess the smaller
And weaker plants
Are never chosen by nature
I was left behind
To die
I had a feeling in my roots
That something was going on
But I was so small
I couldn't see the biggest plants overshadowing me
Was it natural selection?
Or was it you
Choosing her over me?
Oh, it was you
You never say no to her
It was all you, and her
I had nothing on my roots
I realized
I grew to depend on you
The sun
I thought it was mine
The sun
I should have known
You were bright
You wanted to shine
On everyone
But I thought
I thought
I could be forever
The one you gave light to
I can say I hate you
But I also can say
I tried to change the sun
I tried making you my own
The sun can't change
He is light
And he would never give up that
For one humble little flower
I had no sustain under my roots
I had nothing to feed on
My own petals would fall on my soil
And that would be the only nutrition I'd get
You gave me a little light
One day out of the blue
I tried to stand strong
But I could not
How could I trust?
You left before
You always did
This time
It was too late
Maybe I could have
Could have lived on my own
My own leaves to feed me
Maybe I'll be born again
To a different plant
In a different soil
To depend on my own
Grow in the dark
Or wherever it takes
To depend on myself
But for now
For now I leave
I'll leave this life
To be what it should
To end with me
YOU ARE READING
Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
