Forsooth, yon flower
Why dost thou sit so lonely upon the windowsill?
Mayhaps
‘Twer uprooted, and yea,
A fellow did place thee,
For his filly,
Into a rustic pot, perchance vase,
To sit,
And molt,
Upon the carpet,
O, Yon Flower,
This fucking mess, you have made
How long have you sat there,
I do grow tired of watering,
Soon, I shall forget,
And wilt you will evermore,
Until your pot is emptied,
And used,
For pencils
wow
the flower is a metaphor for the SO in his wilting relationship
i know this because i went to college