Watching her grow

She stands surrounded by the weeds,

When we were planted I didn't know they grew amongst our seeds,

Two flowers lost and apart,

One left alone with a broken heart,

They stand between me and the light,

They tease me for still having hope but I won't give her up without a fight,

She is so close I could pull her hand in mine,

But if I did I'd have to pretend to be fine,

Fine with always being the first to reach out,

Fine with trying to believe she'll always be there and shaking off this plaguing doubt,

Why did she let them make us a thing of the past?

I would trade anything to go back and make it last,

I would give up my colors and petals to stay by her side,

I would become a weed, and my loyalty would be forced to hide,

She didn't like how clingy I seemed,

She wanted to blossom but becoming someone to her was all I dreamed,

As spring arrived she blossomed beautifully, a burst of colors,

I was still in my bud, blooming later than others,

The weeds came between us before she could see how much I've changed,

Will she like me more now that my petals have been rearranged?

They are killing her slowly, why can't she see?

I would treat her so much better if she was with me,

My old friend is with me but not,

We are on opposite ends of the same pot,

I wish I was worthy of being her friend,

But even if I were her I wouldn't try to make our friendship mend,

I don't mind her new fame,

I just hope she remembers that when she needed me, I came,

Even now she shines brighter than all the stars,

I want to shine with her even though I know she wouldn't save me if I was behind bars,

So I'll stand watching her grow,

Just seeing her smile will bring me back from feeling low,

I'm only a spectator, not forgotten nor remembered,

In her mind our past lies dismembered,

As long as I can watch, I'm okay,

As long as I know she isn't in dismay.