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he gave me sunflowers, all i gave him was a bloody nose

by Olivia Weinkein

i want to write beautiful poetry
on your sleeves and pretend it isn't
raining. i want your death
slow & painful
to find its way inside of me.
these are sunflowers i am giving you.
learn to breathe with them
without me.
i want to write beautiful poetry
on your sleeves and pretend i don't need
you to need me.

07/09/2004

Author's Note: writers block. blahhhh.

Posted on 07/10/2004
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jolie Jordan on 07/10/04 at 06:55 AM

Oh. this is pretty, yet painful. gimme some of that writers block;)

Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 07/14/04 at 02:07 AM

This is beautifully painful. I love it.

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