“despite knowingthey won’t be here for longthey still choose to livetheir brightest lives- sunflowers”

“stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you”

“i have survived far too much to go quietlylet a meteor take mecall the thunder for backupmy death will be grandthe land will crackthe sun will eat itself- the day I leave”

“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 don’t blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. sometimes i stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which you’ll never care to mention. i come from the same aching blood. from the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. i am your daughter. i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.”

“do not look for healingat the feet of thosewho broke you”

“he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn’t call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite – how he touches me”

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