"
i boasted to everyone
about your ability
to grow flowers in me
what i didn't realize
is the flowers had thorns
and they had grown in my lungs
suddenly
your flowers
weren't beautiful
they were traumatizing
the thorns
didn't just pinch
they punctured
my heart
my lungs
they say beauty hurts
well,
your flowers were the most beautiful things to me
i guess in a way
they still
left me
breathless
"
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
