Rosy pink
Sultry purple
Distant blue
My body is a flower garden
My boyfriend, the gardener
No one flower disappears for long
When it starts to turn a mushy greenish yellow
He plants another one
He's not particularly gentle
Sometimes I'm left on the floor
My vision darkening
But he doesn't care about my wellbeing
He only cares about the large blooms
I'm not proud of them
I hide them under baggy clothes
And makeup when I can
But that makes him angry
He wants me to be proud of my flowers
So he continues growing them
He tells me it's my fault
My friends tell me it's abuse
I just want it to stop
But I'm scared I'll be empty without them
I'm scared it will never stop
The field that is my skin
Is slowly growing weaker
It needs to take a rest
It needs to relax
But he doesn't understand
And they keep growing
And my body grows weaker
Someday, the field will die
I will be completely drained of nutrients
The flowers will disappear
And he will have to move to another field
I don't want that to happen
But I don't know what to do
He keeps telling me that he loves me
But I think he loves hurting me more
~~~
NOT about the relationship between me and my actual boyfriend. He saw this and freaked out a little, and after laughing about it I decided to make this small disclaimer to anyone who thinks the same.
So, I'm not in an abusive relationship. That is all.
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
