i am a weed

you have never been one to
have a
green thumb,
so when I sprouted up and took residence in your garden
you were delighted,
even though I am nothing more than a mere weed.
and although some peoples favorite flowers
have no use,
your favorite flower is not a daisy
and neither is mine.
so when you tear me up
and set fire to my stems and roots,
I won't hold anything against you;
eventually all gardeners must graduate from
daisies
to make room for roses.