Hidden Emotion

daisy girl

youthful daisy,

foolish daisy,

hidden in a patch.

ivory petals

drenched in sun.

constant starvation

for validation,

she hoped to be

picked one day.

one afternoon,

a boy came.

a thundercloud boy

waiting for his flower,

his happiness.

and, goodness,

he twisted her stem,

freed from the dirt.

this was it,

the daisy was destined

to cast sun into his life.

months went by.

he was hers,

she was his.

cerulean water she got,

sunlight he cast for her.

he cared and grew

this little daisy.

then suddenly,

he stopped caring as much.

her leaves wilted,

her petals drooped,

as he instead spent his days

tending to the other flowers

in the patch.

heartbroken, the daisy was.

how were those flowers,

exactly the same as she,

any more significant?

but she held her head up high,

she was picked for a reason.

he would come now

and each day,

bestow her water

in exchange for a petal.

pop! off the silken petal went,

she loves me.

days days days

petal

she loves me

petal

she loves me not

petal

she loves me

petal

he loves me not. 

and only when

all the petals were gone

her leaves were withered

and her friends were growing beyond her reach

did the daisy realize

she was u s e d

exchanging her love for the love he craved.

broken daisy,

foolish daisy,

dying 

in a hidden patch.

constant starvation

for adoration

left her undone.

but, 

give this daisy some time, 

she'll grow back. 

A/N: this poem is a vent from a dark point in my life that i've been meaning to let off my chest for a while. this was written considerably late at night, so apologies in advance if it is poorly written. much love, roxy. xoxo