I am sad this morning
the yellow sunflowers are sad
my cold toes upon the hardwood floor are sad
the roses refuse to smell sweetly this morning
and my blue heart aches
for I am unable to open
I am unable to crack my heart in my chest for you

and how I wish to
if one could boss me into love
it would be you

if there were one person I wish I could open to
it would be you

and I’m not sure if I am for you
and you deserve to be loved richly
wholly
not in small flutters
so this morning my heart aches slowly and sadly in my chest.

Author: Janne Robinson

Editor: Emily Bartran

Photo: Author’s Own

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