The tears you had, from me
I picked them up
They soaked into my skin and now they’re falling for you.

Recycled

The sunflowers I got you probably aren’t hanging from the wall anymore.
I hope they make the trash smell lovely.

They were meant to be

Lovely that is,
But I’m sure they felt like a materialist apology
For something that could only be healed with feeling.

Unapologetic resentment, is probably what I would name us. Our story

Pushed out,
you only got a glimpse of what was inside of me, all you had left was to imagine what could’ve been there
I’m sorry our brains want it all to be beautiful

Maybe it was beautiful
I was so scared of you being let down I almost did the opposite.
I did, do the opposite.

the idea of hurting your feelings unintentionally, was scary

I thought I would push you away
But I really only hid behind the curtains
You heard and felt what I felt.

But you couldn’t see, you went mad
I thought the curtain was enough

I could’ve sworn it was enough.

they’re was so much going on around me I couldn’t hear you when you said it was too loud, so you walked in the other room.

I didn’t notice until it got quiet and I went to look behind the curtain.

New flowers, no curtains.

I’m sorry.

Together we shall, my sunflower child. No nightmare will come to thee... I'll save some moonlight, I'll stay up all night, come blow the pieces away with me. My darling my sweet, let's fall asleep, and make forgettable memories.

The gallery is closing soon,
hurry up,
don't say you will come
another time.

I bet you want to see "Sunflowers".
You say you can wait.

You can? Okay, but
what if they can't?

Along the meadows the sun shone its bright colors, glorifying the beauty of nature. I knew I was right where I wanted to be. I knew the wind howling in the distance was a call from the birds who were ready for me to come outside and play. School was almost over and the kids were riding bikes along the paths of sunshine and yellow flowers. The sun woke me up that day and I knew that I was right where I needed to be. With the sun shining over me and the sound of the birds just waiting for me to come outside and play.

Her bright red sweater
surrounded by the yellow of the sunflowers
Captured is the heart
it seems - though the lens has failed to focus

The bend took me away.
- Snap!