YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DID TO ME,
i am your seed,
she was your soil
i was supposed to be your precious, sacred garden, i, your yellow dahlia;flourishing with lillie's, dusty in carnation, my heart a beehive;habitation;drenched in honey, lovely and honest
instead you've watered my flowers with your rancid milk, dug your rusty hands directly into my grounds, twisted my roots and pulled them out
you take whiff of them
and i am left falling over, decapitated of my buds, and it reeks of loss and you sadistically mummer how lovely i am, how i smell of you
daddy, it was early spring, why couldn't you just let me bloom?
why couldn't you at least let me grow a few inches more?
all on my own.
a garden, aromatic in valentine's, amor, cariño, lovely with colors and hues–bright, alive and bold–of all sorts, implemented into me by tendered nurture and overnight sprinklers that'd shine beneath blue light
instead, i was pungent in fear and self loathe, prickling my fingers on my own thorns to establish within me that,"i'm allowed to bleed on my own," // growing cold, toppling over, not able to hold my own cathartic weight, disintegrating and seeping into where i once grew to be born again, the cycle of life is funny, bitter, but it is complete
//still,
i don't want your bare feet ever running about in my garden, you don't deserve that liberty
because i am sacred,
and i am precious
tainted or not, i'm beauty reborn and don't you dare try to pull my petals ever again for i love you not
❣ ❥ ❣ ❥ ❣
i've had this in my drafts forever so here it is, i kind of tied a new format kinda??? (that i won't be doing all the time ofc just sometimes) but hope it's not ugly
YOU ARE READING
i really wanna scream
Poetryand so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)
