Elucidating Questions

Dear little sunflower

You are so sweet.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have pointed in all directions, I should have just followed the sun.

The void of a heart torn out sewn in thrown out ripped apart stuck back together

There’s too many ashes I only feel it when it’s broken.

I probably won’t find it.

All I feel is pain,

The scale ends at the middle of the end of pain and the beginning of whatever the opposite was supposed to be.

It just stops there so every day even the interactions that should have got through just melt into the whisper of pain that doesn’t whisper it merely

Continues a conversation over everything

Every day.

Like two conversations never ending

And I can’t see through the fog

The anticipation of social interaction

Maybe I just need cocaine.

Don’t know, I haven’t tried it.

Maybe that’s what I’ll hold on to.

Nothing else works.