I feel you.
your prescence,
haunting me.
You are engraved in me,
a reminder of my regrowth.
You sit, waiting for me to
rip at the seams again.
Although, I have an advantage
over you. I am able to control
you now, you cannot poison
me anymore.
Flowers recide where the
empty holes once were.
They adorn my soul with
calm, jubilant colours.
Sit back and watch how
my meadow of flowers
accumilate.
There is no room for you
anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust Veins✨
PoetryThis is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with oth...
