the forest inside of me
is back in bloom.
the trees that were barley
twigs only weeks ago
are filling with leaves
evergreens more green
then they've ever been before.
the flowers that were once
planted in straight lines
row by row.
now are stomp to death by the man
who moved back into
a place i avoid at any cause
any more.
i was tired of counting ribs
but now its all i have left.
i could count the meals
i've skipped or the amount
of times
the bottoms of my feet
meet the glass of the scale.
the forest is back in bloom
smells like black coffee
and her old perfume
the one she use to wear
that was always placed on top
of the stack of unfinished
books by her door.
it smells like how i use
to describe comfort.
how i use to be comfortable
drowing under layers
of duvets on my unmade bed
staring at a blank computer screen
and over grown broken nails
hitting the back space button
on every letter i spelt out
trying to spell out the words
that i was not fine.
i was not okay.
i was dying under layers
of clothes and blankets
and dirty makeup wipes
cause crying was the only thing
i could emotionally do.
its back to the only
thing i can emotionally do.
the forest inside of me
is back in bloom.
i am scarred cause
i don't know what to do.
the forest inside of me
is back in bloom
9:40 pm
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altercation of self-actualization《poetry
Poetryal•ter•ca•tion noun 1. a noisy argument or disagreement espically in public self-ac•tu•al•i•za•tion noun 1. the realization or fulfilment of ones talents and potentialities, espically conisdered as a drive or need present in everyone
