Wet Flowers {Poem}

Like wet flowers, grow when they are cared for. When left alone they lose their happiness and their worth. The sun absorbs their energy, kinda like what you do to me. You always choose your partner, But I got so much more to offer than them Would always buy your favorite coffee. How could he choose her and not me? There is always something that catches me off guard. My true friend that I thought loved me a lot. The one and only time they didn’t have my side, I wanted to crumble die, I wanted them on my side. Like wet flowers, they absorb too much and then die.