"You are so beautiful", they would always say.
At first they'll just be there to watch me
But they wouldn't be able to witheld their desires.
They can't carry on by just watching me, they know they should go, pluck me out from my roots so I could be theirs.
They would adore my beauty for days, look at me and only me.
Their eyes will be filled with admiration.
They will put me in a magnificent vase fully adorned to make me more beautiful.
They will make me look like a queen, majestic and enigmatic.
Thinking that there would be a forever with me.
They don't know that beauty is ephemeral.
Presently, they're still enthralled.
But I will wither, and they will try to save me.
They will try their best but they won't succeed.
And when I'm finally dried up, already turned brown and ugly,
they will discard me because I'm finally shed off from my beauty.
That's why I never trusted guys who pluck flowers, that's why I fell for you.
For you were always there to watch me bloom, contented as a mere audience of my growth.
Because you know the difference between infatuation and love.
It's infatuation when you pluck a flower, and it's love when you watch and let it grow.
Up until now, you're still there,
contented at watching me bloom, waiting until I'm ready to let go.
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