clever mouths form butterfly chaos.
reaction to actions that left third degree burns.
soft velvety love causes blossoms in my ribcage.
my hands dangle limp as the cherry tree.
shards of glass cut cheeks that hold darkness.
heavy mind slithers words that eat holes to my regrets.
ferocious fires ignite in my empty chest.
but the mistakes do not revive me.
there is nothing but bitterness nestled in my drawer of happiness.
-you said you would save me, but look at us now.
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Poems From My Past
Poetrywrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
