I am to blame not her
She did not hide what she was from me
I just never asked
Her slow releasing venom is what kept me
Had me thinking that if I gave her more, she would get better
But she was never better to begin with
She never wanted to change
She just wanted a victim
Something to make her laugh
To bend to her will until it broke
She wanted to play
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The Sunflower
PoesíaI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
