Sunflower

Am I your sunflower?Or are you mine?Either way, it's tough to survive.

I am good today; I might be sad tomorrow,Depression never really fades away,Fighting forever for sanity—Do you still want to stick around?

I am nice today; I might be crazy tomorrow,

2 AM blues with night mania,

And dawn fills with a false sense of peace —

Do you still want to hold on?

I don't think you're there,

Where I want to be.

I don't think I'm there,

Where you assume us to be.

As the sun shines again,

I make another sigh.

Forgive and forget —

As I am never sure why.

How should this be like?

How should one truly feel?

I don't have any reference,

Other than my naive fantasies.

Hoping too much,

I imagined a reality.

But fairytales never come true,

Like most of our dreams.

I wish I could go back in time,

And take every step again carefully.

Ask ourselves to slow down,

And relearn what it means to be happy.

I wish I could try,

To be a better lover,

Or be a better friend,

To not be a sunflower,

Making you fall in love with me.

-Miss Viola