Shit rant poems

Possibilites of flora and downfalls of fauna

Here's a cute little poem
That seems like the kind of thing you'd make out to your girlfriend

Instead it's to everyone who breaks my heart instead
And those who can't go near it

If I was a flower
Would you pick me

If I was a rose
Would you stop
And take the time to stand where I grow

See who I am
And take it in

If I was a daffodil
Would you dress me up in a bouquet
Present me proudly like a gift

If I was a little white flower
Growing on the side of the path
And if you were a little kid
Eager and curious

Would you pick me up? Take me home and show me to your mum?

Would you make a daisy chain?

Or would you pluck my petals and say it's because of love

Maybe stamp on my face and stem
Crushing me in play

If I were a violet
Maybe you'd tell me I'm the colour of a beautiful gown
Or the eyes of a god

Or maybe you'd call me a whore for growing too close to the long grass

And leave me for falling back on their blades

When you snapped my stem first

If I were a sunflower

Would you break my leaves, cut my roots and drag me down

Saying I was too high and mighty

That I wear a sun speckled crown by name but someone has put me up on a peg from which I need to be brought down

Would you crush me with your inferiority

Saying flowers shouldn't stand tall like they're in charge

Yelling at me that on the inside I'm a dandelion

Some kind of weed without a name

Yet I still act like
I'm too good for my own good

All along you'd been t

Telling me that boys were right

That flowers are dumb and you don't care what's beloved

You don't love me

Maybe if I was more dainty and pretty

You might

Pick me up and place me in your favourite novel

Flower press my petals and remember me forever

Maybe if I was small and pink and nothing like a bold red poppy

Or perhaps a fragrant little light purple lavender

You'd take me and keep me in a locket

Maybe if I was a peony

You'd appreciate me

Maybe if I grew closer to your seat

You'd place me in your hair

But you try to do that anyway

Only you want to steal me
To make yourself seem unique

But maybe if I was a geranium

You'd water me everyday
Leave me in the sunshine
Or we could sit together

You on a chair

Myself in soil

Rooted where I'm supposed to be

Maybe you'd take care of me

Read me love poems so I can get air

Keep the bugs away

Maybe if I was a tulip

You'd say I look beautiful
And mean it

Maybe if I was in the window

Of a nonexistent florist

That you would pass by everyday

Twice or more

On your way to and fro

Maybe if the kind owner displayed me proudly

You'd walk in at least once

Every so and often

And appreciate me

Not just pick petals

With questions of she loves me and she deserves it not

Maybe you'd take and my cellophane wrapped bunch

To

Appreciate

Keep us in water

Jug or vase

Inside
Outside

Light
Dark

Maybe you'd love it

Maybe I would stop loving flowers too

But

Perhaps if I really was just a pretty little flower

You'd love me

Endlessly

And

It wouldn't wither away

Like wildflowers missing the sun

I could be any kind of flora

Pretty
Ugly
Big
Small
Fragrant
Dead
Living
Rare
Common

But you'd love me not

And

Contrary to every single one of the petals you pulled

I love you