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I Only Wanted to Be Your Flower
Poems on Hunger, Devotion, Rupture, and Becoming
Buy from Amazon“Be wary, I’ve never needed the sun to bloom.”
About the book
I Only Wanted to Be Your Flower is a collection of poems and prose about what happens when desire becomes attachment, attachment becomes identity, and love leaves behind something that cannot simply be forgotten.
Moving through four sections—Hunger, Devotion, Rupture, and Becoming—Natalie Merrit writes from inside the contradictions of intimacy: tenderness and violence, longing and self-preservation, sexuality and grief, the desire to belong to another person and the need to remain oneself.
Her language is intimate, sensual, and often unsparing. Flowers, mouths, bones, blood, ink, scars, and water recur across the collection, changing meaning as love is imagined, inhabited, lost, and carried forward. The body becomes both refuge and record—a place where pleasure, memory, damage, and desire remain long after circumstances have changed.
But this is not simply a collection about heartbreak, nor does it promise the easy resolution of recovery. Merrit is interested in the more difficult territory that follows: how people continue to love what they have lost, how understanding can arrive before acceptance, and how a self is reconstructed from the things it has survived.
I Only Wanted to Be Your Flower is ultimately a book about attachment, loss, and becoming—and the complicated work of discovering what remains when being loved by someone else can no longer answer the question of who we are.
Inside the book
What we reach for. What takes root in us.

Desire
The ache of wanting to be touched, known, and chosen.

Devotion
Where tenderness becomes belonging—and belonging begins to shape the self.

Becoming
What takes root after loss, while longing is still alive.
Read from the book
Black Ink
I became a poet when what I didn’t say became too much for me
The earth shifted on its axis and I began placing words on paper
and bending the light with black ink
Poetry changed me,
I’m darker now with unfilled voids
I carry a vastness I don’t bury any longer under frets and fears
— excerpt from “Black Ink”
Excerpt
Poems on hunger, devotion, rupture, and becoming— for what love awakens, and what its absence cannot quiet.
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Published 08/27/2026
- Paperback
- ISBN 9798997525248
- Hardcover
- ISBN 9798997525255
- Ebook
- ISBN 9798997525231