What I am now
Is what she is left of me
Unable
Lifeless
A husk
An empty vessel
Something she no longer has need of
If she calls for you run
You will see what I saw
A trap
And I ran to her anyway
She was beautiful on the surface
I only saw the surface
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower
PoesíaI 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...
