The Flower

What I wanted to be for you.

The beauty of a flower has the ability to take everyone's breath away.

I want that ability.

I want to be the kind of flower that takes your breath away.

There's so many that I would love to be.

A rose, an orchid, a cherry blossom even.

A rose...

But I couldn't be a rose.

She was your rose but her thorns made you bleed.

You asked her to trim them or let you hold her in a way so you wouldn't have to endure so much pain. 

But she forced you.

Now you have scars that just won't fade away.

If not a rose then maybe an orchid?

No, I couldn't be an orchid I don't have the right shaped petals for it. 

She was your orchid.

She was easy to love but not easy to keep.

She asked for more than you were able to provide no matter how hard you tried. 

Then one day she left for the next highest bidder.

She left you behind to wonder why you weren't good enough.

I swore I'd never hurt you the way they did. 

I could never bring myself to put you in the pain they did.

But I also can never compare to their beauty.

I am not the flower for you.

I am a Sun Flower.

You deserve cherry blossoms.

They are beautiful and soft. 

They could give you so much more than I ever could.

And yet, here you are.

You are picking me from this field.

Why?

Is it because I don't have thorns that make you bleed?

Is it because I don't have a price tag to make you plead?

You are looking at me now and I'm trying to figure out what it is that you see.

What affect could I possibly have with these oddly shaped petals?

You look at me a little longer and take a sudden deep breath.

Was that a gasp for air?

Did I just take that breath from your lungs?

There was my wish.

There was my answer.

You had beautiful flowers that hurt you.

The flowers before me made you wish your the oxygen in your lungs would go away.

Maybe I am not as beautiful as those before.

But I am softer.

I am safer.

I am the flower that was made just for you.

Author's Note

open to any type of criticism but know I am fresh out of high school and haven't written in months.