I fear
That you have forgotten the memory of when you first met me
A sunflower, waiting for the sun to bloom
Golden nectar shining through the half-closed petals
Still enough to light up the whole room
I fear
That when you next meet me you won’t find me the same
That the world will have chipped me away
The best parts of me would have come to naught
And the worst parts become my mainstay
I fear
Losing my youth not so much, for who enjoys everlasting bliss
I fear that jealousy, my fatal flaw will drive me insane
That I will be apprehensive of not only my enemies’ success
But like a snake, my friends’ achievements will cause me pain
I fear
That after damaging encounters with unprincipled individuals
I will forget kindness, which I was born into and known for in the land
That my heart will turn a dark, muddy purple
The redness of its purity gone, now no longer grand
I fear
That the promise you saw in the sparkle of my eyes
Will have long vanished into dust
That you find a walking corpse, disillusioned, devoid of ambition
Living life because she must
I fear
Not your rejection, I fear that you will
Pass me on the road, you on your noble steed
You will glance at me, raise your eyebrows
But ride on, not even recognizing the sunflower-turned weed