we began to type words as if they were knives
to see who would bleed out first,
who would scream for mercy and put their weapon down,
the messages kept sending, our hearts were shattered
my mind melting into my screen
my fingers bled every letter I began to type,
my soul felt as if it was being sucked into a black hole
becoming brittle and weak, my petals began to fall
attempting to redeem any parts of me that I gave away,
Crying out for it to stop,
My heart was no longer in my chest but in shards caught in my throat -
I tried to send him my sunflower petals surrendering
I tried to tell him 'I love him' one more time..
he told me no longer does he believe the sunflower is the most enchanting he will ever see,
He kept throwing knives,
the sun isn’t as bright as she thinks she is,
there are other stars that can still illuminate his path
you aren’t the best,
or the most beautiful,
you aren’t anything I can’t replace.
I’ll get better,
he plucked my last petal that he re-bloomed
put it in his pocket
and closed the blinds on my sun rays that once lit his soul
I hid my tears
all I dreamed was for him to understand my pain.
to take my weeping face in his hands to let me go so he can heal,
he let go too late,
he let me bleed,
all I want is for him to help me breathe.