Burnt Roses

scattered on the ground

tossed as if nothing

treated less than what you are

you are a rose

you are constantly growing

into the person you are meant to be

picking up pieces of your personality on the way

to have an end result of something

spectacular

you are a rose

bright but can come in all different colors

you may wilt

need something to perk you up

you’re still alive though, right?

you hardly wilt

you are cared for on a routine basis

flames

everywhere

flames

you look down to see yourself

shriveling away

at each

spark

goodbye rose