For the Want of Flowers

It's over.

I can't do this.

I tried to love you, but you never did.

You gave me nothing but words.

Pretty words of love and forever.

Slick words of heat and need.

Dry kisses and dry-humping in the back seat of your car.

You always wanted more,

So did I.

We both leave wanting.

You, for the gift I won't give,

Me for...

Flowers.

You ask, you cajole, you take;

You never give.

You wanted to know me, but you didn't know me.

Words fell empty, promises hollow.

I needed your gift first.

No ring, no thing,

Only a spark, a glimmer of something real.

Flowers.

Maybe picked along the way.

Show me you slowed down, thought, cared, hoped,

To see me smile.

No flowers?

A song, a gentle hug, a hand held, a sentimental moment.

Treasured tenderness.

Our bud never opened,

Never blossomed or bloomed.

Withered and fading, it wilts,

Unpicked.

For the Want of Flowers

It's over.

I can't do this.

I tried to love you, but you never did.

Pretty, so pretty, you brought tears to my eyes.

Dry-eyed, you laughed at sentimental, dismissed the dream.

You wanted me to give,

So I tried.

Beach glass, butterflies, whispered secrets,

Rainbows, sunsets, and walks in the rain.

Never enough to fill your empty heart.

Holding hands, holding close,

Holding you dear, won me a sneer.

Give me flowers.

Red roses, long-stemmed, crystal vase,

Ferns, baby's breath, and a bow,

So you'd know I could prove myself.

Look beyond the cost.

What's the value of my love?

Of my soul?

Stars twinkling in the sky?

You wanted sparkles on your hand.

Garden flowers, tended with care?

Tossed aside.

Buy me, take me, give me,

I want, I need, I deserve.

I gave my all,

It wasn't enough.

Flowers, crushed as you leave,

Sentimental tears

Cleansing, nurturing hope.

One tiny bud blossoms.