You're like a boy shy of the sun,
Yet so desperately wanting to
Fall on your knees in the dirt and
Acquaint your hands with succulents and
Beautiful flowers.

You're like a boy that blames his skin,
Your perfect porcelain skin,
For the hiss and scorch the
Rays from up above execute on your body.

Your eyes spoke the truth at times
When your lips wouldn't budge.
I hoped I read those glistening
Windows of your soul correctly.
I was a flower you beheld on one
Of your dangerous walks in the sun.
I wonder are you happy we were acquainted?

The way you handled me most times
Was evident proof you cared for me.
You cleaned my leafy limbs of sitting dust,
You kept away the bugs that would nibble at me,
You watered me when I was parched.

Then came time to transplant.
The muscles of your hands grew tense,
You squeezed my slender stem almost to
A point of snapping.
Your rough and tough handle of my roots
Left them broken and weak.

You're like a boy that in a panic to run
Away from the burning sun,
Lost sight of his flower and the garden they said they'd grow together,
You're skin is burning I know,
But dont keep pushing me in the ground.
I wont always come back.
My leafy limbs wont regain their color.
My stem will sag and not regain strength.
My thirst will leave me speechless.

Maybe that garden we said we'd try to grow,
Isn't meant to be.
Maybe you aren't meant to be a gardener out in the harsh sun.
Maybe I am not meant to be acquainted with your hands.

All the same,
Don't continue to shut me out
In your frenzied panics.
Don't push me away so aggressively.
One day my roots will not revive
And I will not come back.