Flowers Have Thorns Too

Flowers Have Thorns Too

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HIGHEST RANK #47 in Poetry For years, I have taken pleasure in crippling others' happiness, like crushing a butterfly between your fingers, it is satisfying but sadly addictive. You see, pain is always lethal, it is there, standing proud and ready to show your true intentions to a world of good born souls, especially, happy girls. They always attract me, for I have never been able to stay away from damaging their whiteness. Their pink rose cheeks turning pale from their salty tears is my favorite piece of art. The truth is-I was not born bad...I had been born innocent, yet life had already made me a monster. A young caged flower is inside me, poisoned, waiting to be rescued by magic. But my thorns are faster to destroy anyone who is willing to save me. Flowers have thorns too, and not even poetry can describe how insufferable my truth is. This book is a poetry collection of confessions made by a troubled person who's spent most of his life destroying everything on his way. This book gives you the opportunity to be inside the bad guy's head, entirely. Read and try not to cringe.
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"I'm sorry," I apologized as I watched her break down even more. There was a pang in my chest as I stared at her. Fiore. I took a beautiful flower and crushed all of its petals. Not being able to bare the sight of her being so broken, I stood from the bed and walked to the door before hitting the lights. "You should get some sleep," I suggested as I turned my back to her and Aurora and left the room. I then went into the now empty living room and spread out on one of the long sofas. Despite how comfy the sofa was, I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. All I could think about was the sight of Sagacity being so hurt by what I had done. I had made her a promise that the next time she'd cry, it would be from being happy. I broke that promise. I even broke her heart, and that was the last thing I had ever wanted to do. Whatever consequences I had to face was well deserved. I didn't deserve Sagacity, and she didn't deserve my ill treatment. If she wanted nothing to do with me, I would have to accept that, despite how hard letting her go would be. I had made my bed, and I alone would lay in it.

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