Don’t gift me flowers
They suffocate me
For they remind me of things
I am supposed to forget
for instance It reminds me of me
Its perfection in ribbons tells me things like
flowers were born not to bloom free
but to be gifted to others
to be crafted to perfection
Maybe thorns and mud were not a part of them
as if they were not born to enhance the garden
not to fill in the missing part
but to stay in the living room
in a vase
with just ENOUGH sunlight
and Just enough water
maybe humans would press her in a book
to see her beauty after death
to give her their idea of infinity
but what is the beauty of a flower
if she cannot kiss and become one with the soil after death
if she does not inspire another flower
what is the grace in being replaced?
a flower blooms to bloom
not to remind someone else that she is a flower
she blooms because she can
and when she dies with dignity
slowly with time
leaving her mark
living her moments
she makes other flowers aware she was here
not when she is cut naked without leaves to compliment another being
NO
that is not when she lives
she lives when she is left to be
Don’t gift me flowers
they depress me
plant white and purple lilies in my garden instead
she is the perfect combination of
beauty,freedom,grace and fragile
for she will refuse to bloom for you
she will bloom for herself
with just enough water,light,dark and soul
she will bloom,like how a flower is to bloom
without the fear of being gifted
but with the liberty and freedom of being raw and wild
yet graceful and decent
in places
she is not supposed to bloom
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