The flowers that flourish at my fingertips
Were never known to be
Pleasurable for others
However if you're reading this,
You aren't here for a fucking fairytale.
If you're anything like me
You're looking for the same
Harsh realities that hurt me
So you, my dear, can cope with the same pains.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Someone. (I Hope You Read This.)
Poesiasometimes a child becomes too damaged to fix.
