When you are a little girl,
love is a sunflower.
It grows, it flourishes
smiling and
mocking the absurdity
of your immature preconceptions.
As you change, it changes with you.
it becomes your prom dress;
showy and flamboyant.
wanting it isnt as important as having it,
you just have to be the one
with the best one.
Once you understand it
it will understand you,
and your weak points.
It's a long, dull, sarated blade
that hacks bits and pieces
off of every superficial perfection you meet,
until you can see a trail
of romance's empty carcasses
strewn behind it. |
Submission Name: love is a shape-shifter
