To the sunflower girl,
IT is not going to be okay. When you’ll confess your love and experience how awkward it really is, especially when you are already dumb awkward, you’re going to shake and tremble. You will start biting your lips and your tied tongue will go numb. You’ll try to keep his sweet memories as melodies in your heart. But there are none. Only bitter coal that you fed yourself in place of candies.
When they say that they’d never forget you, they just mean your art. As a person, you don’t mean shit. The lips you were biting before will now start searching for love. They will start pushing through the clouds to let the light in. And even if a little bit of light shows, it’d bring you happiness.
But sunflower, you’re lost. You can’t find yourself in the sky when your tongue, heart and fingers are left underneath. Under your bedsheet where you hid your voice.
You’d never remind them of how terrible it had been for you to harm yourself. Your arm hair which stands still on your body would remind you of it though. And you’d curl your hair in nervousness as the world finds another way to screw you.
‘You’d remove me if you could’
Your heart dipped in it’s pool of insecurity would still seek the answer for this.
And yet you’d tell yourself, it’s going to be alright.
No, it’s not going to be alright. Your flowers are going to die one day under the sun, under the very sunlight that gave you life. You’ll die on the ground, suffering and no one will remember you. All of this is too close for you to avoid.
Just a ‘Kiss in the kitchen’ away.
I stopped writing about you today
Wohooo!! I finally wrote about something related to Harry Styles. Aaahhh!!! This is the usual stuff, just a lil different.
Personally, the next thing I want to write is something that would not represent me but the society. Ahh I don’t know.
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