The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I was enthralled by the dazzling sight
His vibrant hues basking on an ethereal light
He is a blooming sunflower, so bold and bright,
A presence that fills my world with delight.

But as days pass by, admiration turns to despair
I am always there but he doesn't seem to care
To me, he has no glance to spare
As if my existence is just like that of air.

Indeed a sunflower, steadfast and true,
A devoted seeker of the sun's warm hue
From dawn's first light, 'til twilight's farewell,
He ceaselessly chases the sun's radiant trail.

Tried to capture his gaze with graceful flight
With wings adorned in colors, so vivid and bright
But his gaze never wavered from the sun's allure
Leaving my little heart with so much pain to endure.

So I continue to flutter in life's fleeting dance,
Relentlessly seeking love's sweet romance
For one day, destiny's garden may bestow,
A sunflower's love where our hearts will glow.

After you and I
This heart won't open up again
Besides, who would ever want someone like me?
No one.

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting