Water With Fake Flowers v2

1 year difference from the original that I wrote.

Water With Fake Flowers  v2

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I am like water with fake flowers.

I am a compliment to something beautiful.

But the flowers I were paired with were fake.

And now the water sits there, useless.

I know of another bouquet of flowers.

They could use some water.

Yet I am unable to move.

From one flower to another.

These fake flowers have been kind to me.

Never hurt me once.

Almost like friends.

But they keep me from my potential.

But what if one day..

I compliment a new bouquet of flowers.

Real flowers.

What if we are able to help each other?

Rather than me sitting in a glass.

‘Sit still, look pretty.’

That’s all we really do.

Right?

Yet one fateful day-

I wake up in a new glass. 

With a single rose.

And somehow it already felt like home.

I just met this flower.

It’s sweeter than most.

Unlike the fake flowers.

They never had much desire.

And for some reason.

Unknown to either of us.

We felt like we belonged.

Here with each other.

I used to be like water with fake flowers.

But now I’ve found a real flower.

And I’ve never felt happier in my life.