I guess I’m like a houseplant
I’m fun for a while
But if you forget about me
I wither and die

I’m dependent on you
And the attention you give me
I’d love to be a wild plant
In a garden, beautiful and free

I’m not as social as the plants outside
I only have the ones I’ve met through you
I spend my days looking out the window
Sometimes seeing you return with someone new

I’m not very popular with the other plants
My leaves are yellowing and my dirt is dry
I’m left in the corner of your windowsill
To slowly be forgotten without knowing why