Do you remember when you'd call me short and call me yours? You'd make fun of me for not catching up with you as we walked on grass, catching sight of the prettiest flowers on our way- You even picked one for me, do you remember that white little flower you said reminded you of how innocent and sweet my heart was?
That flower's dead now, long forgotten, just like my poor heart that turned dark with all the blame I've put on myself when you left, when you forgot to water my love and grow with it.
I've grown taller too, and most importantly, I'm not yours anymore.
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Emotional Torture.
ŞiirCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
