𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

p h i l i a

//
i don't want to be a flower,
as they perish and gone astray
i don't want to be a masterpiece
as people would only look and go away
i don't want to be a temporary being
that was once appreciated
and forgotten—no, i want
to be the scars on your heart,
the remaining ache in your chest,
the torment of your thoughts
ripping your ever sense of sanity—
in a way you would always embark
in mind that i'm the one
who made you the way you are
//