i’m not trying, i’m simply existing, watching you flutter around me like a bee whose found a small sweet flower that never made it anywhere near the other flowers, just happily growing near the outside. i like you, you like me. you’re buzzing and i’m not, i’m simply being me. i’m the flower that sits here and let’s you lick my nectar. you can have it. i’m happily staring at the sun. if you pick me i’d wither and die and you know it. but flowers are meant to he picked aren’t they? this flower wants to be picked.