sunflower

sunflower was our

gradient, not this

regressive redness,

heartbreaks people 

cry for today, we have 

lived in ourselves,

tears, culprits, losses,

darkness, look so

unworthy, we have 

forgiven them, 

battles so peculiar,

vintage and fun,

shifting blames to 

each other, what is 

left now to be done?

a house with roaring

bricks, cracked floors,

survived three fucking 

thunderstorms, are 

we too real for this?

it's major but small, 

or decent but dark,

remember, people and 

friends, laughing aloud,

look at you, look at her,

how shallow we must 

have looked like before

we outgrew just

simple and sober us,

now shattered apart,

facing twin ego hazard, 

filming our own parts,

if we are too ready

to forgo the love we once

lent to each other's heart. 

- chetna 🌻