sunflower.
You look for one thing.
That one thing is in multiple girls.
But not for me.
I guess it is what they have to offer.
I am not like that.
Out of us I am a sunflower surrounded by roses.
You picking a rose which is the likely scenario.
Most people would pick the rose.
This time you picked me.
The sunflower.
I ended up dying.
You used me as a decoration.
To get you attention.
Giving me away to get you some ambition.
You never ended up watering me.
Letting me slowly die in your hands.
You use me then pick another, the cycle continues.
You would never settle for one sunflower.
Only because you never want anyone to call you “mine”.
I wish I was a rose.
Maybe I would actually be able to open up and not be so closed.
I try not to get so attached because I know you will pick me than pick another flower a week later.
Sometimes I feel like you really don't mean it when you say maybe later.
You keep avoiding us.
But what more could you ask for.
This flower does not have everything a rose does.
This girl isn't like all your other girls.
This girl is wonderful and bright just like a sunflower.
Roses are pretty don't get me wrong.
But they have thorns and can cause you pain.
I would never cause you pain or play any games.