I watched you for only seconds, but three
Years passed in that time.
I was lost
In my adolescence and captured
By the curiosity
Plaguing my mind.

You were the only flower
In a field filled with weeds

My curiosity was invoked
By the thorns
That covered your body.

I walked towards you;
Stepping on the weeds
That were constantly stealing the
Life away from you.
Momentarily you became happy; I watched
As your petals turned to face me.
You had told me that flowers always faced the sun.
I wish I knew
What you had meant
Back when it mattered the most.

I lifted my my small hands
To the blue petals
That were originally meant to attract bees.
What a beautiful
Burden you carried.
I could tell that you were sick
Of being stung.

I began to pick your petals instinctively
Because I needed you
to be strong
for me.
You were trying
To keep far too many petals
Because you wanted the “I love you” to last.
I wanted to tell you that
“I love you not” was only a lie
that the weeds had told you.
I wanted to tell you that
It was okay to let go;
For I would love you regardless the amount of petals.

I sat next to you,
Everyday,
You gave me a reason to smile.
We shared a beautiful mutuality:
I provided you light,
Within the shaded field
While you provided me with
The privilege of being loved.

I was a little older
When you began to wilt.
I had been so blind before. 
I came less as
I was trapped in the values of a preteen.
I’m sorry that I was gone
When you needed me most.

On a new day I crossed the field.
Trying to seek you out.
This time it was much harder.
I searched the ground until
I found you; laying lifeless in the mud.
Your thorns were still prominent; all along
You were trying
To tell me to stay away; you didn’t
Want me to get hurt,
But in the long run
I fear that I hurt you more than you could ever
Hurt me.