And the once humble flowers
which you wove so gracefully 'round my head
have wilted,
crumbled away to show a thick array of thorns,
and where once petals brushed lightly on my loving skin,
brambles now prick my bleeding heart.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
