Sunflowergirl

far on the left of my bookcase
below Jane and Agatha
sits an old clementine box
filled with scraps of paper and sticky notes,
the place where my thoughts go
to be forgotten

sometimes though,
when I feel a breeze

Oh, dear reader! Do you remember when we ran away?
When we ran to our loves and they embraced us
And so we packed up our suitcases
With our favorite clothes
And left
To the most beautiful place we thought could exist

I’m not tired
But that's the only thing I can say
That makes how I feel acceptable
I can’t say out loud how I feel like I’m melting in my own loneliness
How each word dripping like honey from their beautiful mouths

Why is everyone so much deeper than you expect them to be?
Some people are so obviously see through
They will explain every last curve of their body
But the others,
The ones who make barrier after barrier

I won't write a love poem
Except maybe I will
Someday
But this is not it
This is an appreciation for the world
And maybe a specific person as well