pink daisies
from my loving sister
smile on my desk.
their petals are sagging, but
their color is still bright.
their smiling faces bask in the sunlight,
bathed in warmth and light.
pink orchids among them,
and small pink flowers
of unknown name.
green leaves shoot out and frame the pink.
white baby's breath
and green ferns
are dying in a glass vase on my nightstand.
it's sick of me to keep dying flowers.
but they,
like me,
are withering.
the only difference being that they
wither gracefully
while i die
an ugly death.