Teen Poems.

Pick Me

Losing you was losing me.

I feel it at the pit of my stomach

You are done blooming with me
We were two growing flowers. A rose and a daisy.

I knew I was losing you from the time winter was coming to an end.

Slowly and very painfully.
I was always so delicate and you made me strong.

But how am I supposed to be strong now that not even my petals had grown in?

Spring arrived.
But I didn't bloom.
Your beautiful red petals flourished.

My time to grow took a longer pace.
You were picked out of the field.

Picked out away from me.

I mean, who would pick up a daisy over a rose?
After all I wasn't fully bloomed.

They could've waited for me and picked us both. They could've picked another rose.

Why did they take you away from me?