Sunflower
i love you but not in the way one should,
i feel for you in the way sunflowers feel
for the sun
you are my guide,
my star-
the one that brings me back,
always.
i stand tall under your rays,
bright and cheery
when you are there;
then you set, and i feel alone;
awaiting your return.
red, streaking my yellow,
resentment is a two headed sword-
biting the hand that feeds it.
forget-me-nots filling my head,
time is not enough for the knots
that encircle
this incomprehensible soul-
still i am your sunflower,
standing tall, under your gaze,
grateful for the temporary warmth
you bring.
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