On a whim I bought a rose
When I got home I put it in an old drinking glass
with nothing but tap water
We are like that rose
Out of nowhere
Cultivated with scraps
The rose thrived off of the water
Flourishing and growing beyond expected
We are like that rose
Blossoming with nothing but bits and pieces fed to us
The rose began to run out of water and wilt
So I added more
And it regained some of its strength
We are like that rose
Adding to something that's no longer there
Grasping at moments of bliss
The rose started to die
So finally I fed it proper food
We are like that rose
Belatedly nourishing remains in hopes of recollecting what never was
But it was too late
And one day I came home to discover the rose
dead
petals scattered
limp and lifeless
beyond hope
We were like that rose
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
I was just an obsession to you
A hobby, a toy
That you could play with one day
exploit all of its wonders
see what it could give to you
And the next day just casually toss in a shadowy attic
To be forgotten
To be found far in the future
Old, and dusty
Not broken, just dark from disuse
and abandonment
This is what you thought of me
This is how you treated me
Like a novelty, a child's toy
I can't believe I fell for your casual ways
The way you made me feel special
But I was never special
I was just another brief obsession of yours
A curiosity
I drew your attention, piqued your interest
But now you've found a new toy to play with
And I'm left here collecting dust
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC