Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same

Two flowers of the same seed,
One grows, and the other doesn’t.
Everyone says Flower One is so beautiful and praises it,
But little did they know Flower One
Was pretending to be Flower Two
And was just very good at it.
Flower Two was never talked about
Unless being compared to Flower One.

Emotionless objects, but a deep message.
They follow but never support,
See but never comment,
Hate, then plagiarize.

I’ve come so far but still sink.
Gave too much for half-truths.
I look to be saved from non-saviors.
Stupidity and trust — my greatest weakness.

Time hasn’t brought me peace,
Only made me think about
Every little decision —
The gift of a curse:
My luck.

I’m Flower Two.