sunflowers, why don't you look at me?

i may not be your sun but why can't you see,

i bring the light for you,

burning myself across the creek.

i doubt it.

i douse myself, and see, if i burnt myself right.

i guess, i have figured it out now, what went wrong.

i'll light myself up better this time.

if i strike the match really slow and ignite the flames through my chest first,

i won't be in grief this time that

you didn't look at me.

let me try again.

this time,

from the top of my head.

so that i won't hold any resentments.

so this time, will you talk to me?

i can't hear you, and

that's okay.

this time,

i'll start the burning from my ears.

so i won't die to hear your sound,

for the words i don't get to hear.

but why won't you still look at me?

lord knows how many times,

i'll try different ways to burn myself up.

i'd rather be in ashes,

if i can't be the sun to you.