daisies

I stand in a field full of daisies

Every petal ripped off of them

They stand naked in a carpet of their own skin

I mourn for the daisies

Who were unable to protest

I say, “What troubled soul could’ve done this to you?”

Silence

Their voice gone

Stripped away

They spoke all their words to the one who seeked an answer

The poor daisies were caught up in an unrequited love

Tears slowly stream down my face at that sentiment

Dropping onto the likewise sullen flowers

I bring my hands up from my sides

And under my breath, I murmur, “they love me, they love me not”

Down falls the last petal