There are less than 26 days till I turn 26
26 ways I could have been a better sister
A better friend
A better lover
I wasn’t ripe yet
Too scared to bloom
Afraid of getting plucked up
I’ve seen the flowers die slowly
Wilting in a pretty vase
Browning and fading
Drooping as they dry out
Bright petals wasting away on counters
And in the bottom of garbage bags
Sucking up water like their life depends on it, even thought they’re past the point of no return
But she says crack open the bud I’ve encased my heart in
Says this is the year
There are so many people who want to love me the way I need to be loved
She reminds me I’ve forgotten
Flowers can be uprooted
Repotted
Transplanted
They make beautiful hybrids
Change into something completely new
Change landscapes with their colors
Unforgettable in their brilliant newness