Like a glass winged butterfly
I am afraid I'll break my wings if I fly away
So instead, I sit only on one flower.
Although it's not new, and I know all of it's cracks and flaws on it's petals, I still love it more than every other flower.
Because this flower doesn't break my wings, it makes me feel safe and like I'm wanted.
But it doesn't love me.
Maybe it's time for me to test my glass wings and fly away from this unloving flower.
Because sooner or later I will take my wings off of my back and give them to the flower, giving it everything that I love.
And when I give them to it, they will not even smile, and instead will reject my wings.
This flower does not deserve my wings, when there are so many other prettier flowers, that will love me too.
It's time for me to test my wings and fly away.
And even if they break because I'm trying, at least I can say I died flying.