I need you to know
that I’m like a flower. I’ll wilt
and crinkle if you forget
about me, even for
just a sun-adorned
day. I need to be watered, constantly—
but not constantly enough that I am
drowned and submerged
under the shower.
There is a correct amount to
overwhelm me. If you caress
my petals too roughly, I’ll bruise…
And if you pull them off, they may never have
the audacity
to grow back.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I need you to know
that I’m like a flower. I’ll wilt
and crinkle if you forget
about me, even for
just a sun-adorned
day. I need to be watered, constantly—
but not constantly enough that I am
drowned and submerged
under the shower.
There is a correct amount to
overwhelm me. If you caress
my petals too roughly, I’ll bruise…
And if you pull them off, they may never have
the audacity
to grow back.
