I pluck one of my soft delicate petals apart
when he kisses me once again
he swore he would only ever look at me as a friend
i pluck another off
when she is nice, but only in pretend
I know as she speaks crippling, poisonous words about me
but it's fine,
she is my friend.
my flower is not full
it is damaged.
words didn't break my bones
they tore apart my petals and my sanity.
