You've spent your whole life

wishing for rain

While you hold onto

your withering petals,

wishing to be taken care of.

As you sit there,

patiently waiting to be watered,

as your roots slowly break

the petal seems to be keening for

a sight of sunlight.

Grieving after being thrown away

on the sidewalk, as people pass by

watching you rot slowly.

Mourning petals fall slowly, as your

pot slowly cracks, seemingly to be

seen as a flower that was used for

her beauty. 

Being tattered by those who used 

your beauty for views, 

knowing it aching your roots,

having to be torn.

Petals by petals each day.

As you yearn for such love

knowing you've never experienced it,

you're willing to keep trying 

as your petals rot on the floor.

As I pass by,

picking your flower pot up

sulking, as you grieve in silence,

waiting for me to throw you away.

As I water you and your dying roots.

Knowing that your beauty is 

worth so much more.

Mending your stem and tending your roots,

knowing the rain cannot feel and change how

you've been feeling, experiencing grieving 

in silence.

As rain poisons those roots and petals,

as so much let you rot,

you've still accepted it no

matter how much it aches,

yearning...

but seemingly to feel different

as I see your flower bloom beautifully.