vines wrap around me and the thorns prick my skin.
petals engulf me, i'm surrounded by flowers.
even flowers grow in the heaviest of rainstorms.
they still grow after being stepped on.
i am a landscape of pain and regret, but the flowers still bloom.
i can do that too.
i can regrow into something beautiful, i can recover.
all i need is my tears and a little light.
pretty little flowers blooming from the wounds i once had,
the ones that once bled.
i am blossoming into brand-new flowers,
and i'm turning them into my crown.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
