peace (iii)
that sunflower came to terms,
with the unchanging truth.
she doesn’t need to change.
i’m watching her grow as a person,
did she plant a bomb in my chest?
or is there a timer somewhere in my head?
thoughts of this ending haunts me,
as if it’s something bad, when it’s not.
there’s always a happy ending in stories.
this ride is going to end,
it can’t be stopped.
not by me, and not even her.
maybe it’s us; her and i
if something like us is even possible,
can we stay like this forever?