"no one is ever going to love you,"
the mother whispers to her child.
he looks up at her with tears swimming
in his brown eyes, "why?"
"because you care, baby, that's why."
she strokes his tight curls and holds
him close, where he's safe from the
people that want to corrupt him.
: tainted by lack of reciprocity
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
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...
