i'll grow flowers
out of darkness
daises where my cracks were
roses out of broken love
tulips, maybe, from the hate
they gave me
and hyacinths from loneliness
i'll make a garden of my insides,
and oh how it will bloom
as beautiful as nothing ever did before
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
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