The lies you told me don't Bother me anymore. All the beautiful sunflowers you planted into my lungs,I plucked and you could no longer watch me suffocate on wanting to know the truth,about you. About us. Now it's fall and the sunflowers you've planted in lungs are dying and turning brown. I am no longer screaming out for the truth and the sun hasn't found a way to come through to these sunflowers you planted in my lungs. I am no longer swallowing my tears for these sunflowers YOU planted in my lungs. I no longer give a fuck,about the truth and you,about us. You try to make eye contact with me but I know better then looking into your eyes looking for sercutity Because all it did before was push me deeper into a hole about wanting to know the truth about you,about us. You can't trap me again. I have not given these sunflowers the attention you wanted me to and they are now dead. You are naked without all those pretty lies covering you and I can breathe,without you trying to kiss me everytime I want to scream. I can scream,but I could never be free because these sunflowers might be dead but they never left me.
YOU ARE READING
She Speaks Poetry (Poetry Book)
PoetryMy Lungs don't help me breathe as much as poetry.
