Pick me

How much more must I grow

before I'm the first pick from the bunch?

Instead of being treated like a hoe

and taking every single punch.

I want to be the fruit

of all your desires.

Starting at the root,

burning these small fires.

A seed in your mind

is what I wish to plant.

Though you’ve always been unkind,

maybe instead I should rant.

I spilled water on your floor,

but that shouldn’t cause hate.

Since I cleaned it up and more-

Poured you a whiskey, straight.

Dig this hole a bit deeper

And say that night only got worse

I thought you’d see me as a keeper,

Sometimes I wish we could reverse.

I took a spade to the head all evening long-

Ideas flowering of us together.

Thinking you would agree, but I was so wrong

You kept saying you could find someone better

“Till next time at a party or something”

I think were your last words as I left.

What a terrible way to begin the morning-

Looking back I should have commit theft.

I would call myself hardy

as I peek back at our past.

Quick to see you, never tardy-

All while you’ve always picked me last.