my first gardeners were my parents,
as everyone's first caretakers are.
they were good to me-
put me on the highest windowsill,
made sure i was swimming in water,
even fed me special food to make me grow faster and stronger.
my second gardeners were my friends-
again, naturally.
they helped my petals uncurl,
they made sure i knew all things to know,
they made sure i glowed brighter than the sun.
you-
my third gardener-
were like
a bee.
small, cute, and with a pair of wings able to take you anywhere you wanted to go.
you came to me,
eager for my pollen,
wanting my smile,
my happiness,
needing my innocence.
you helped me grow,
in a way,
too.
but not in the way most would expect.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Suicidal Flower
Poetry▪️only one flower was harmed in the making of this book▪️
