Flowers

    Flowers are seen as a symbol of beauty, freedom and love, their petals come in hundreds of colors and in different shapes and sizes, their stems and leaves sprout like the morning sun and their scent brings life to those who familiarize themselves with it,i like to imagine people the way i imagine flowers, some are beautiful and radiate tranquility and life while others can be weeds that affect the beauty it touches. Identical to how people can be bright and filled with courage to stand through the dark nights knowing that the sun will rise in the morning, and then..there are some flowers that should not have been broken from their stem, taken away from what they saw as comfort. 

People that are chosen to be plucked from their roots trust that in the end the one who plucked them will care for them and nurture them to continue their journey and grow alongside them, but when that person falls in love and you become their comfort, why would you discard of them? why would you so carelessly pluck the petals off one by one or cut the stem shorter and shorter until they wither to point of what seems like no return. You chose to pluck the flower but cannot care for it, leaving it to wonder why, why for a moment they allowed you to become their light instead of the sun, and why they allowed you to become the wind they needed and the soil they longed for. Was it your plan all along? to hold the flower as though you had won a prize, to know the power you wielded was yours and yours alone, you decided whether or not that flower lived to feel alive or died in ways you promised it wouldn't, and as that flower of a person gave you all they had to offer, their beauty, their stems, their leaves and petals and everything they lived to be, you gave it nothing in return and tricked them to believe they had everything, and in it all, i wish you never chose me.

-My wandering emotions