You were failed by your neglectful parents,
I guess you didn't know what you were doing
would stick with me
or I'd be able to recount how sticky
the rotten seaweed in my mouth was
for three years,
but no matter how much I choke on the seaweed,
I'll love you until it clogs my heart.
But sometimes my mind goes back to you suffocating me
while I try to save myself
from your heavy body on top of mine,
killing the white rose
I carefully planted it on my lawn
for nobody but myself
yet you made sure you had more control over it than anybody could.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
