Tulip

I hope this wilted tulip
reminds you of us
gray, colorless
i hope it weakens you
looking at this tulip,
I hope memories flash in your mind
of when it first was held in my hand
I hope it tortures you
watching it wilt over
dying
when it could've been beautiful
like us
dead.
don't you wish you could go back in time
and take care of it,
nourish, love it
like you should've done with us.
maybe if you just cared
made an effort to save it
it would still be alive
still growing
into something really special
but its dead now
like a lot of things
your soul, the spark, us.
that poor innocent flower
its your fault
i know you cant see that
but when you look at this tulip
so lifeless
i hope it comes back to you
and hits you hard
you killed it
dead.