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Oleander-COMPLETED

Poesia

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*

#healing #heartbreak #love #poetry #scars

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by amethyst_glade

by amethyst_glade

You hurt me,

you broke me,

in the most subtle of ways,

yet everyone will always love you,

for the rest of your days.

You beat me,

you poisoned me,

you stupid, smooth-talker.

I am not a pig to be slaughtered.

I am as radiant as the sun,

I will no longer answer to anyone.

You told me you loved me

and I left the words seep under my skin.

You told me I was yours,

and I willingly let you in.

You killed me,

You robbed me,

Of my happiness within,

"You are mine"

"you are lucky"

"You are my little sin"

But I am not anyone else's

before I am mine,

You cannot hurt me,

I am undefined.