“the flower” a poem.

I hope that they don’t rip you apart to where there is nothing left 

may they touch me delicately and love me tenderly 

I sit and you wonder..why?

so many have gone through my layers just to leave me naked.

sitting pretty is what it is made out to be 

why did you choose to leave now?

after all, it took me so long for me to bloom for you

eventually I’d grow back again

standing tall and pretty

this flower could be seen by a whole city 

when all it wants is to be taken care of by you

may they touch you delicately and love you tenderly 

I sit and wonder why so many have gone through my layers just to leave me naked..