Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]

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you wanted to be loved

I gave you a rose with thorns

you wanted the truth

but honey even salt looks like sugar

you wanted obedience

whats better than the discipline of falling apart?

darling, all I ever truly craved was to be understood

that is all

not your rusted heart or meaningless promises

so where did the blood and broken bones come from?

-margo.