A Day In The Life Of A Scorched Sunflower
Don't switch on the lights, I love the darkness I'm seeing!!
"Hello" , was the beginning of a disaster. I remember a close friendship, A ride or die type of relationship, the best kind , or so it felt. I've grown to loathe that feeling.
Do you remember all the notes, the tiny love notes? When all you could think about is expressing to your best friend how much love you had for them? How much you cared about them? The excitement that you felt from within when you thought about them?
Well now all that's left is emptiness, guilt, blame and a lot,a lot and a lot of thoughts. Thoughts of regret. Regretting why you ever fell for that bond, why you ever allowed that bond to grow to heights that you could no longer see the top of or rather both of you could no longer sustain. Remember the early morning calls, the late night calls, the lazy calls, the sad calls , when your best friend is crying and you have to stop everything just to give a hug, just to reassure, to say EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.
Slowly no calls. Oh no, no free time. Oops! They're hanging with their new company. I sound so selfish but this is the POV I choose to be comfortable with. Just like I've grown comfortable with being uncomfortable, being the rejected sunflower. The sunflower standing under the Scorched sun. The Scorched Sunflower.
I can't tell what happened but they all left, no reasons. Just saying goodbye to a bond they are guilty of making me believe it was going to be a permanent one. I'm left hugging the shadows. These shadows that scream regret, shadows that have made darkness a comfortable view. Losing a friend should be under "1000 ways to lose a soul".
Don't switch on the lights!!
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