i am tired of being sweet.
of this buttercream skin
and my candied smile
and these sugar-coated roses
i am tired of men
with their sticky hands
dipping their fingers in my frosting
drooling from mouths full of rotten teeth
make me into something bitter.
something bitingly sour
less sugar more spice
more acidic more tart
whatever will make these absolute gluttons
stop tearing at my skin
and my smile
and my stupid stupid roses
when will I stop being treated
like some treat to be handed out
my saccharine is rotting
my buttercream and candy
and sugar-coated roses
they are all rotting
and i'm rotting with it
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
