peace (iii)

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?