Sunflowers are perfect
Their crisp evenly patterned,
brightly colored petals
and the long, strong stalks.
But there is also the darker side
the center of seeds
the layers and layers of spiraling, dark black seeds
that other animals feed off of.
but no one pays attention to the black part
everyone looks at the yellow, the happy
because that's the part the flower shows off
and the part that everyone looks at.
And why pay attention to something that makes you sad?

i have told the story of how you destroyed me so many times
and the funny part is
that i tell it the same way every time
but this last time that i told it
it felt different
and
i have spent a long time thinking you took up more space than you actually did
because i dedicated a whole chapter of my life to you
and for a while
that was the only chapter i was reading
but
it turns out you were just another paragraph
in the story that is my life
and
my story is my favorite book to read
so i won't let you ruin my favorite book for me
you barely deserve a page
there is no way in hell i'm giving you a chapter

It is the smell of a salty beach,
And the smell of jasmine and perfume
It sounds like an orchestra
Full of perfectly tuned violins,
And waves crashing up on the beach
It feels like a cold wind
That makes you pull you coat tight around your face
It feels like a smooth stone in your hand
With a polished surface to run your fingers over
It tastes like coconut water,
sweet, cool, and fresh
It is the almost clear ocean on the beaches in Hawaii
It is turquoise.

I used to hide my sadness,
Now I don’t have any
I used to be tense all the time,
Now I am relaxed
I used to be a dreamer,
Now I am a doer
I used to rush through things,
Now I enjoy every moment
I used to surround myself with people,
Now I have true friends
I used to be self-conscious,
Now I don’t care what they think
I used to choose my favorite color
Now I choose the rainbow
I used to stand in the spotlight,
Now I help others getting ready backstage
I used to be perfect,
Now I am not.