Stunted and withering
She complained until she took the light from my eyes as well
I could no longer help her
She had destroyed me in her attempts to become
But the thing is
She never truly told me what she wanted to become
In the end
In my end
I was so confused
I had beaten my thoughts into reformation
That this was what she wanted all along
To watch the light go out
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The Sunflower
PoesiaI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
