Blue Petals, a poem by Avery Campbell

You loved me because of my petals.

My pretty blue petals.

My strong petals that were hard to rip.

You loved how even when the sun was setting, my color was still visible.

You loved how the raindrops set perfectly on my edges.

You love how I stood tall from the ground and withstood any weather.

You loved my blue petals.

But that's not the only part of me.

When the weather changes, 

my petals aren't as blue.

They aren't that strong.

When the sun is setting, 

you can no longer see me, 

as if I’m gone.

The rain is harsher and ripping away at me.

The wind isn't so kind and friendly.

I’m not that pretty anymore.

My petals are slowly breaking off,

My stem is bending.

I see you pulling away because this isn't the seed you planted.

Soon, there are no more petals.

No more stems.

Just my roots that have been through more than one should bear.

My roots aren't pretty.

My roots aren't likable.

My roots don't fit your mold.

My roots are someone you didn't try to know.

Fall came and went.

Winter is here to stay.

I’m nothing but roots.

I have nothing to show.

I tried to fight the weather,

but it was just too cold.

I expected you to stay because you said you loved me,

but that was a lie.

You didn't love all of me,

just my pretty blue petals, mirroring the sky.