i pick apart the petals of peonies he presented me,
like our love is living in the leaves
i pop petals into my mouth when peckish.
my love language languishes
from being beyond his reach.
head, cradled, caressed, as his hair cascades into my sight line.
my love is expressed in flowers—
the glorification of their gory wilt.
our love lies in the leaves.
rotting wrapped in his arms,
sweet nothings slip from his tongue,
echoing in my ears.
i'm happy here, in our little slice of heaven.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
