i was too entranced,
too fixated by your presence to see,
that the flowers you planted within my heart were not as innocent as they seemed,
for each and every stem was riddled with thorns,
each prick creating gaping slashes within my vital organ,
but because they were beautiful,
just like you,
i chose to be blind to the damage you did to me.
YOU ARE READING
Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
