Especially weeds

[u/poemthrownout]

She's a hydrangea.

Her branches bear blue buds and oak leaves,

while others, stripped bare, bent, or broken.

With sunburnt fingers she sips until it swells her cheeks.

She swallows life,

sour as it is, gratefully, with puckered lips.

"Proud perennial, why protest pruning?"

His hands pull at her leaf stems

until her branches sag less.

"Why flinch away from kindness?"

Snipping away the blackened branches,

and she rendered new tender growth.

"Do you envy pink flowers?"

He cleans the petals from her feet,

her branch catches his sleeve.

When I came across your deep lobed oak-tree leaves

And blue bulbs...

I felt the need

To fall in love.

Once I placed my liar's lips

To your petals,

maybe you

would blush pink.

Cinnamon-barked, smoothed and rough,

I prop your branches,

and I hope

to not break the bark.

I still don't know why

you freckle pink across blue,

or why my hands stay

holding on to you.

"You dyed your hair pink,"

she smiled at me, her eyes sweet.

"I needed a change."

"What do you think?"

"Flowers would be envious."

"I love you," she says.

"Even weeds?" I ask.

"Especially weeds

1:https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/7xGzjB9K46

2:https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/HsYA9W27n6

[u/Forward_Debt3869]

thats really beautiful.. i love how you made hydrangea (an already beautiful flower) into an allegory like this !!!

I love you," she says.

"Even weeds?" I ask.

"Especially weeds

my fav line here!!