When the petals dried up,
when I woke up one morning and there they were,
scattered about cadavers,
Our love had gone awry.

There was enough sadness in me
to wither a field of sunflowers as I pass.
And the apples in my cheeks,
one day decided to stop hiding my sorrow.

I breathe you in.
I take you up.
All your mysteries. All your flaws.
And all, all that I love- I take it up,
gently; humanly.
To be tossed about like a rag doll.

I am not stained.
I am not broken.
And I am not just extrinsic beauty!
See me!
Past the doll, I pose.
I pose for you, to be taken!
To be loved!

Accept me,
And love me,
extrinsically, intrinsically
love me.
For all that I am,
Just as I do you.