How To Talk To A Flower

The Real McCoy    by Glee 

Pretty pink flower

Torn from your branch

You endure my grasp.

I chose you,

Not so carefully,

To be my alter for today.

Then I saw your

Dark spots

And remembered hidden bugs emerging

From blossoms previously picked.

With fortitude

I sought to change

The outcome this time ‘round.

And turned you upside down

And shook

And shook

And shook.

A petal fell

To stay my violent hand.

Oh, my regret

To find you weren’t as strong

and fresh as I had hoped.

A second passed…

I see I've made you weak

And imperfection glares at me.

Guilt rises like floodwater

As I focus my eyes

On the black remains

Of your life before you blossomed.

Those tiny scars

Embedded in your bright pink flesh

Are not bugs at all

But evidence

Of your growth and change to come.

You are an imperfect vessel of love. 

I judged you hastily.

And injured us both ever after.

Forgive me.

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