Just got over a breakup? Or maybe you're still talking to that guy/girl/they you probably shouldn't be (ya know the one your friends warned you about) ? Well this poem is for you. CC: The Flower... I am the flower you picked, my heart is the stem. The leaves are my body, that you wanted to hem. You put me in water, hoping I was to grow. But you removed me from the dirt, and put me out for sho. With you I start to wilt, and now you're upset, pretty flower you want me to be, just isn't who I am yet.