piece by piece
she breaks a little each day
she heads back home
and dusts the dirt off her clothes
don't try and convince her she's fine
when in fact she's gotten worse
you can see it in her behavior
the way she begs for a savior
and every night
when she closes her eyes to sleep
whispers wake her up
reminding her of who she wants to be
i watch as the petals fall with grace, meanwhile the girl in front of me suffers
but all i do is gaze
the reflection in the mirror
hasn't been clear in so long
i was afraid of what i'd find
and all she does is cower
waiting for someone to call her name
"sunflower"
YOU ARE READING
flower girl
PoetryI found love, lies, and broken hearts. I had found me; I embraced the world and everything it gave. In a notebook beside my bed, I had kept some things in, and it was time I had finally let them escape. c.m.
