I unbuckle the belt holding me hostage, I unbuckle the fear and anxiety.
I unbuckle the belt and give it to you, place it right in the palms of your hands.
I smile as I place it and think "oh how fortunate I am, to finally let go of the belt, to finally give it to someone whom I trust"
I guess I didn't know you'd be the one to strangle me with it.
I guess I didn't expect it to be you.
I guess I thought I'd finally find a friend.
But you're just as toxic as all of them.
My naive mind softened my stiff heart,
And I let you in.
Didn't know you wreaked of toxicity.
Just like they all did.
YOU ARE READING
Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
