i think about how I allowed them to enter
how I never said to myself: this is wrong
how I let this innocence be picked away
due to my own wants and my broken heart.
saliva floods my mouth as vomit
rushes to the floor.
god, I hate myself.
: dirty men
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Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
