So the past few days,

I wondered,

And searched…

Who am I?

What do I embody?

And I’ve been told before…

That I’m as sweet as honey.

That’s the thing though,

I don’t want to be honey,

I’ld rather be a cup of coffee,

A little sugar,

Alot of milk..

Sweet. Warm. Earthy.

I want to be a sunflower.

I want to shine and make people smile…

But still wilt…

You have to wilt…

You have to admit defeat.

You can’t just forget everything…

When you forget, it crashes into you…

Like today…

I was driving,

Windows down, music up, no cares…

But I noticed the warmth on my hand,

And it reminded me of all of your hands,

All of them.

How I won’t see some of them again,

How some still torment me,

And how some I can’t trust to touch me…

All the memories,

All the “maybes”

Hit like a bullet,

And that’s why we wilt…

Creating a new us…

New me.