themes: trauma, healing, strength
the world was not made for people like us
who were brashly born to grow our gardens
blooming beauty in our mending minds
amidst the plague of sorrow and death
instead it feeds off the pain we feel
only a product of the torturous fevers
spreading in shadows of inborn ignorance
as it seeks to choke every drop of life
the fire in your body keeps us warm
but their flames sought to scorch us
the water in my heart gives us life
but their floods sought to drown us
as we sink deeper inside this inferno
every instinct screaming for breath
i learn to bring us to the tsunami's surface
until we regain feeling in our roots
your beauty wasn't meant for this cruelty
my brokenness cuts clear to the bone
i wouldn't ask you to piece me together
so all i can ask of you is to stay
thank you to nyx-malfoy for giving me the idea for this piece
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
