pick me, i say
as your hands stray around my stem.

pick me, i urge
as your fists close around my being.

pick me, i ask
when you suddenly pause.

pick me, i scream
as you walk to the flower by the fence.

pick me, i cry
when i see you take her home.

don't pick me, i think
when i feel other fingers caress me.

pick me, i beg
the next time i see you.

pick me, and i swear
i will flourish and put all the other flowers to shame.