i have so much inside of me, my ribs crack open to show fields and fields of beautiful gardens of the most exotic flowers i have yet to discover. and these people walk through these fields hand-in-hand with me, plucking the petals off my beautiful flowers.

"oh, it’s okay. it’s just one petal. it was an accident." and i forgive.

but it happens again, and again, person after person, one petal.

one petal.

one petal.

and now i sit here with these partially destroyed daisies and empty stems that no one is going to accept as a gift.

but what i don’t understand is, why do you ask for the key to the garden if you have no intention of watering it? why do you walk though nature if your only plan is to destroy? why must you visit a place with destruction on your mind? how could you see something so innocent, a place with vibrant potential budding upon green leaves, and walk away with your vision in gray.

you say you love the sunshine, but you thrive in the rain. you close your curtains each morning at the thought of the sunrise and at the idea of a new day.

ultimately, i am the one to blame for sharing the blossoms within me with those who are not deserving. maybe that makes me naive, but maybe that makes me the stronger human being. because though they leave with pieces of me, they return to their monochromatic world with a piece of my flower.