Flowery death
I could've stopped there; when I couldn't feel my feet and the heartache encased me like a fly in a venus trap, But, I stayed in the embrace of your teeth and watched as the enzymes break down my legs and wings. I thought it would be rude to fly away for it was my fault I landed atop the perfect flowers you presented. As if it were to benefit me, to let the mucus wrap around my body like acid rain. Because I thought I was too nice to bite you back. I was so afraid of boundaries, and I never called them that. I called them a hindrance to a gesture you never deserved. But here I am, with wings that allow greater heights and I see your flowers for what they are —a trap.
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All Love Lost
Poetry"Love is not lost after it is given. I have given love and it has stayed and they have been grateful for it. If I have removed pain in any way then I know that I have not loved for nothing."
