Teenage Angst

He brings me flowers everyday
and makes sure I look beautiful.
Staring longingly at me
as if he'll never get enough.

But we have all the time in the world now, sweetheart.

I consume his thoughts,
as he always consumed mine.
He tells me everything
No more secrets
No more games
I'm special.
I'm finally his!
Sometimes it's nice just to sit together in silence
While the gentle breeze floats around us
Running its fingers through his hair
as I always longed to.
Sunlight spilling over us,
Dancing upon the the flowers he brought me
that decorate the ground around my grave.

I wish I had known an easier way
to get your attention.