petals fall from my lips
when you look at me
like roses are blooming in my throat
perhaps that's why i'm choking
i'm drowning in some flowery desire for you
and coughing up the remains of it
like some pretty cancer
it's killing me from the inside
the thorns are tearing my vocal cords
ripping apart my voice
i'm sputtering blood
and all for what?
for a boy
who only makes me bleed more
who leaves me
to bandage my wounds alone
who tramples my meadows
and executes my flowers
who only knows how to break things
and i'm tired of it
i'm tired of choking for you
of sputtering blood for you
of losing my voice for you
this isn't worth it
you aren't worth it
YOU ARE READING
thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
