greed

there is always a fear inside me that
one day,
when i walk outside, i will fall into the wrong hands,
that the one that i love,
will leave me for the one that decides to cook his favorite meal once a month,
instead of me trying to branch out to new recipes.
have you noticed how
we love the earth,
we love how spring time feels,
we love christmas in the white chilly winter,
but we still destroy it.
i fear
that I will be that,
that pretty flower,
that large tree,
and you will prefer me in a vase,
or as a balcony;
you'll fail to realize
flowers can't grow
without soil,
and water.
and you're going to try to love me
without soul,
and passion.
and you will fail.
and you will watch me wilt,
turn deep dark colors of sorrow,
you will leave.
you'll blame your greediness,
on me.