colecionando, e colecionando...

I collect guys like postcards
I collect lovers like little dots on my blue pyjamas
I collect not to be collected.
I just need some faith
and some flowers
(maybe tulips).

I think of you as a glowing, oversized sunflower
pointing at me, closer and closer, with each ray of sunshine.
i hope if you die, there's still a sparkle of you somewhere
in your grave
in your pocket
on your corpse's smile.