can you tell me what you feel?
what the sparks of lightning in your head tells you

can you answer me with a clear voice?
my head is underwater
my ears fill with warmth

ill never tell you things you wouldn't like to hear
ill never tell you things that make you feel like ****
ill never tell you things that leave you thinking about what it really means

can you tell me when you're tired and disinterested?
im tired of waiting for a response from a wall
and feeling like my veins are on fire.

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.

Blue and chartreuse.

Painted true.

Doused in epinephrine.

Ignited by you.