She accepted the vibrant red rose with naive alacrity
Like a child learning to not touch the scalding stove,
she gripped onto the thorned stem with conviction and perfect trust -
and called all the gaslighting and suffering true love
I pleaded for her to let it go, to unpeel her bloody hand
She said it'd take a knife, but I assured her she'd still have her life
She asked, tears in her tired eyes, "Who would believe me?"
"That's of no importance, focus on your safety"
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Vital
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
