Green
not red,
or maybe blue.
No.
I am green.
You are red.
And still,
I choose green.
People ask me what I love,
and I look them in the eyes
and say it
Green.
They laugh.
Like it’s stupid
to love something soft.
A girl passed me yesterday
“Are those real?” she asked.
I smiled
and nodded.
She laughed again.
“You’re ridiculous.
Flowers?
What can they even do for you?”
“They’re not just flowers,” I said.
“These are lilies.
My favorite.”
She looked at me
like I didn’t belong.
Stupid girl
I saw it in her eyes.
“You don’t need that here,” she said.
“It doesn’t suit your environment.”
But she was wrong.
Because maybe
this place doesn’t suit me.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
Green
not red,
or maybe blue.
No.
I am green.
You are red.
And still,
I choose green.
People ask me what I love,
and I look them in the eyes
and say it
Green.
They laugh.
Like it’s stupid
to love something soft.
A girl passed me yesterday
“Are those real?” she asked.
I smiled
and nodded.
She laughed again.
“You’re ridiculous.
Flowers?
What can they even do for you?”
“They’re not just flowers,” I said.
“These are lilies.
My favorite.”
She looked at me
like I didn’t belong.
Stupid girl
I saw it in her eyes.
“You don’t need that here,” she said.
“It doesn’t suit your environment.”
But she was wrong.
Because maybe
this place doesn’t suit me.