i'm sorry
i wasn't meant to be that girl with flowers in her hair
who had confidence in her smile and no bruises or cuts on her body
i was meant to be the girl with a fragile heart and frail bones both thinner then paper
covered in blood, dirt, grime, cuts, bruises, everything painful thing you can imagine
i carry dead flowers in my heart that blossom throughout my rib cage
that haven't been watered by love in ages
(jlg)
YOU ARE READING
where the wallflowers hide. ✿
Poetry❝you see things you keep quiet about them and you understand ❞