Dead Sunflowers

Five.

Five. 4 letters, one word, one number. 

Five marbles, five coins, five kisses, five boys.

Five punches, five cuts, five lives without remorse. 

Five excuses, lies, and tears to remove blame from their hands and their loved ones die or tried to end lives. 

Five boys that grew up evil, or didn't grow up at all. 

Four pairs of headphones, scattered in a car, room or bag, meant to block the world from getting the girl who is sad. 

Four emotionless loves, four mistakes burned on skin. Four scars on the heart that won't heal, won't begin. 

Four visits with lemon, with 24/7 views of the demons within. 

Three chances to fuck up, all of them taken. Three ways to feel pain, wanting not to awaken. 

Three words said too much, too loosely, too brazen. 

Three people inside, a head feeling shaken. 

Two partners - one false hope, a fake home between them. Two pairs on a night out, one in love and one faking. 

Two rejections, two arguments, two hands raised in anger. 

Two kisses, two make up sexes, and two more ways to ruin a torn love. 

One person, broken and alone. One woman, scared of being home. 

One word is all she needs to hear, but love scares her now, for the fear of tears. 

One person, scarred by five others. Four headphones, three chances, two kisses. 

It takes a lot to break a person. 

For me, it took five.