Parasite

you pick your flowers to your liking,

the sweet nectar too enticing.

you pick your dozen then take them home,

choosing to believe you’re helping them grow.

but you’ve ripped them from their roots

with nowhere to call home.

the petals begin to wilt and die

you’ve drained them of their nutrients and sucked them dry.

now they’re struggling to survive.

was the bouquet you desired really worth it?

or have they truly served their purpose?

a man like you will never recognize true beauty

even if it’s staring you in the face.

you pluck perfect petals like they’re disposable to fill the vacant void in that stone-cold heart.

now the jokes on you, you never stayed long enough to watch the flowers bloom.