Wilting FlowersA Poem by Brenda WoodsTrigger warning for abuse.
you hit me
fingers leaving imprints as vicious as your words you leave scars but the wounds run deeper to my heart and if i die you can scatter ashes over my grave for every beauty you touch withers into dust and i know that it's hard for you to stop but you are not the victim you break me, carve into my soul create wounds with the shattered parts of your mind razor sharp glass, you infect me poison my thoughts tear me down until i am worthless a chew-toy for you to sink your teeth into a lifeless puppet, yet you still yank the strings what am i to you? what have i ever been? the girl you treat like both a flower and a punching bag love me until you break my bones tattoo my skin with purple kisses love me until i am perfect i will not leave, i promise i will never leave © 2015 Brenda WoodsFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on January 25, 2015 Last Updated on January 25, 2015 Tags: wilting flowers, abuse, toxic relationship AuthorBrenda WoodsAuckland, New ZealandAbout19 year old costume student. I love costumes, cosplay, music and writing. Flute player since 2005, I also play piccolo, guitar and ukulele. Most of my writing tends to be poetry or lyrics/songwriting,.. more..Writing
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