Flower to Tree

you used to tell me,

that you wanted to smell like flowers,

because flowers are beautiful,

and all you want to do is be beautiful

these days,

you’ve found your confidence,

without the smell of lilac in your hair

and you always are pink from laughter

but a rose has never touched your skin

i wanted you to be something more,

but you always have given me way too much

because i always sought something,

that you could never give me,

but i pushed and pushed

until i plucked every single one of your

petals, with the words that my finger tips

seemed to be controlled by

you always looked like a flower

but i always failed to see that,

because i was into seeing pain

rather than beauty, and i liked to tear down

features rather than embrace them

you became droppy,

because rather than wanting to water you

i wanted to bring you down,

so you slouched further and further

until that strong stem you used to lean on,

became weak

and those petals that were once so beautiful

and pink, became wilted and white

your mother used to yell at you,

wondering why you wasted that beautiful height

for the curve of your back

and why you decided to allow

people to call you a tree,

when you are just as beautiful as a flower

those words they said,

it means nothing,

the words i thought,

they meant nothing too

you don’t need the beauty of a flower,

because people have found beauty in your laugh

your back will forget that curve,

and stand back in a line,

that will never think to slouch

you used to tell me,

that you wanted to be tall,

way too tall,

because you liked the feeling

of standing over people

those people you used to stand over,

they called you a tree,

and i allowed you to accept that,

that being a tree was bad

dear self,

you do not have to be a flower,

because you are much more than the beauty of a flower

you can be a tree,

because trees are strong,

and you are strong,

trees give life,

and goddam do you bring life to your mother

when sometimes it seems like she can’t catch her breath

i am sorry,

for making you seem,

like you needed to be something more for me

because everything you are right now,

is everything that i should’ve always accepted