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The Flower I Never Plucked

The Flower I Never Plucked

I saw her flowing hair
moving softly with the wind—
and in that quiet moment
I fell
somewhere inside her eyes.

You walked into my ordinary days
like sunlight entering a silent room.
Everything felt warmer after that,
though I did not know
that loving you
would become my most beautiful mistake.

You were a flower—
delicate, distant,
growing in a garden
I was only allowed to admire.

So I loved you quietly,
from a distance
where my heart could see you
but never touch.

I learned your favorite things,
your quiet moods,
the gentle way your smile appeared
like morning light.

But I also learned something painful—
the way your eyes searched
for someone else
while I stood right beside you.

You were a wandering bee
drawn to another flower—
one brighter,
one sweeter,
one whose fragrance
was not mine.

That was the moment
I understood something strange:

I was the one writing the story
with all the ink of my heart,
but I was never
the page you wished to read.

Maybe some lights
are not meant to be held—
only borrowed for a moment
before darkness returns.

Maybe some stars
are destined to burn alone
in a sky
no one is watching.

I tried to give you
the best version of my heart,
every fragile piece of it—
but you were listening
for another heartbeat.
Love is a strange sky.

Sometimes
you shine with all your light,
becoming the brightest star
in someone's universe—

only to realize
their eyes
were always searching
for a different constellation.

And so I loved you
like a flower too beautiful
to be touched.

Instead of plucking you
and watching you slowly fade in my hands,

I left you
growing freely
in a garden
where your happiness
could bloom—

even if
I was never part of its spring.

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