I'm watering a dead flower—
The petals are wilted,
And the leaves are far dried—
Yet every morning I get up
And pour my limited clean water over it,
The water slides off the light brown corpse
And barely get absorbed into the dirt—
Yet I still water it.
…
I'm watering a lost cause—
I keep repotting my dead flower,
And putting fertilizers into the soil,
Yet it never grows—
I'm more than aware that it will never grow,
Yet I keep watering it.
…
The flower has begun to smell,
Not like it did last June—
Yet still, I don’t throw it away.
The leaves have fallen off
And the petals are shriveled,
Yet I still hold onto this dead flower,
Like a piece of me died with it.
And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
I'm watering a dead flower—
The petals are wilted,
And the leaves are far dried—
Yet every morning I get up
And pour my limited clean water over it,
The water slides off the light brown corpse
And barely get absorbed into the dirt—
Yet I still water it.
…
I'm watering a lost cause—
I keep repotting my dead flower,
And putting fertilizers into the soil,
Yet it never grows—
I'm more than aware that it will never grow,
Yet I keep watering it.
…
The flower has begun to smell,
Not like it did last June—
Yet still, I don’t throw it away.
The leaves have fallen off
And the petals are shriveled,
Yet I still hold onto this dead flower,
Like a piece of me died with it.
And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.
Mostly about a relationship that should’ve ended long ago.
