I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to write poetry that grows sunflowers in hearts like what grew in mine when I was with you

I loved you
And you loved me too
But for all the wrong
**Reasons

I take a breath
I miss the smell your perfume left in my clothes
I open my eyes
yours looked so sad yesterday. I wish I could ask you why
I put on a shirt
I miss the way you used to rub the hem of my sleeve with your fingers
I brush my hair
I love your new color
I take a step
do you still remember our long walks in the woods?
I go on
*and so does life

Your eyes are blue
In the sunshine,
But not just any blue.
They are the color of
The wildflowers that grow
In the fields we run in
(sometimes. But not anymore)
Except for in the morning,
When I awake next to you
(once, but just friends)
They looked green.
In fact, they were the exact color
Of the leaves outside my window
When I see them through rain spattered
Panes: storm-colored.


Your eyes are grey
In the shadows when you
Laugh and tell me silly things
That mean more to me than
Anything I've ever been taught
(I love you)


Your eyes are blue
Even when you say nothing is better,
Nothing is what you want for us.
Through my tear clouded mind,
Your cold, careless eyes are blue.
And I still love you.