sunflower [ poetry/ proses/ quotes]

➸ muse

Listen, she is the type of person who will turn you into poetry. She will memorize the feel of your fingers individually, the crinkling of skin around your eyes when you smile, the slight bulge that forms between your eyebrows when you're angry, the sound of your bare feet padding on the wooden floors early in the morning, the shape of your mouth, the thumping beat of your heart in your wrists. She will merely look at you watching something with bright eyes and immediately think that you are made of billions of stars and they are seeping out of you. She will secretly gaze at you gazing at her and wonder if your palms feel like they're on fire like you're chest, and if your tongue feels like sandpaper. She will also stare at you unconsciously, because you are like the words that she can't imagine writing every day. She will catch every sigh that you take, every swallow, every tilt of your lips, every tangle and untangle of your fingers, every moan, every nervous or outbursting laugh, every response of your body, and analyze the meaning behind it. She will love you like a poet. So please be gentle, for many poets die from a broken heart