Watching me?

Watching Me? 

Plants. I know people talk to plants...

I don't do that. 
Some people have a green thumb,  grows anything. 
That's not me either. 
I buy them and they look so nice. 
Then their beauty fades,  when I slowly kill them. 

But while they are still alive...

I feel like they are watching me. 

Maybe it's a cry for help... "don't kill me"!

But I don't speak their language... Sorry.

So,  here we are... staring at each other.

Our,  maybe that's just my imagination. 

That gave appears to be sad...

Go figure. 
I'm slowly killing them.