lack of petals, an abundance of thorns

double crossed

red paint
smeared heavily
on my
porcelain dress,

your permanent mark.

it's all the same to you,
but my pureness is the
one faulted.

the names linger
on me like
sewage

and you join in,
throwing muck
at me.

you say it's a joke,

my laughter must be deaf.

your care and love
slipped out the back door

when the first drop
of pain(t)
nestled on my skin.

"rightfully mine to take,
don't be a prude,
fuck's sake"

you see possession,
i  see ruin.

damaged, destroyed

go on, find a new
shiny toy.