Hi! Thanks so much for the feedback! I agree that the metre needs with. Kind of funny, I had written this on my notes on my phone and when I went to copy and paste it, I accidentally deleted it lol so I had to re write it from my memory. I have a feeling that the first one had a better metre.

I had also thought about isolating the last two lines, so I think I'll do it since you suggested it! But I think I'll keep it rhyme-less. 

I'll keep fiddling with the metre! Thank you so much for helping me improve my poem! 

I really like this poem, especially the second stanza.  I can't really put it into words but it sticks in my mind for some reason.  I do think the poem overall could benefit from a more consistent metre though.  The lines in the first stanza seem to be much shorter than the rest and I feel it interrupts the flow a bit.  I find myself stumbling over words a bit later on in the poem as a result.  I get the feeling that the last lines are very important to this poem.  They're definitely very powerful but I feel like you could put even more emphasise on them.  You could, for instance, have them separate from any of other stanzas to make them a bit more stark, or maybe a bit of rhyming would make them memorable.  As in if you had:
"blah blah blah blah -ay
but I'm not good enough
To smell the flowers anyway."
These are all just my opinions and you might have reasons for doing/ not doing these things so please feel free to ignore me haha.  Overall a very powerful and sad piece that I feel a l

Thank you so much for your comment! I'm glad that my sentiments were well communicated for you! You definitely got what I was trying to say! 

New to this so please excuse noob critique. You really painted a picture in my head of the desire between the poet and Oscar. I think this is a poem people can relate to because at some point everybody yearns for something they feel "not good enough" for. Really enjoyed this poem because you made it easy to read. Some of the other poem submissions on here a little difficult for me to understand, perhaps unnecessarily difficult. So good job on making your piece creative, practical and accessible.

When I watch you     
I'm enamoured.     
It's like you're flowers    
That I reach out to touch     
But my hands hit     
the store front windows.     
      
I see patrons come and go     
Continuing about their days     
Consuming bouquets and terracotta     
Without a second thought     
About how bad it hurts     
To really see the colours.      
      
When I watch you     
I see my reflection     
Translucent with rejection     
And consequences.      
      
I'm not good enough     
To smell the flowers anyway.    

[f1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5r9l98/comment/dd9aklp)

[f2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5rcv0j/comment/dd6j11r)

For Oscar