he saysi am sorry i am not an easy person to wanti look at him surprisedwho said i wanted easyi don’t crave easyi crave goddamn difficult

If I'm not the love of your lifeI'll be the greatest loss instead

what am i to you he asksi put my hands in his lap and whisper you are every hope i've ever hadin human form

i am a museum full of artbut you had your eyes shut

for the love of my lifei am trying my best to have hopei’ll keep greeting each morningwith an i willwhen it feels like i can’ti willi willi willmeet a day that will melt mei will move and the sadness willfall off my shouldersto make room for joyi will be full of colori will touch the sky again

he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me

what is it with you and sunflowers he asksi point to the field of yellow outsidesunflowers worship the sun i tell himonly when it arrives do they risewhen the sun leavesthey bow their heads in mourningthat is what the sun does to those flowersit's what you do to me- the sun and her flowers

i do not want to have youto fill the empty parts of mei want to be full on my own

the very thought of youhas my legs spread apartlike an easel with a canvasbegging for art