Some days My head aches From the past trauma That will never go away Ever bouncing thoughts Hollow out The safest places of my mind Creating caverns Of malaise Unrelenting darkness
I have been picked Plucked, poked, used and split Preyed upon and played But I will never be chosen Stripped of my petals For a fragrance You wouldn’t want to wear More than once One cold crystallized flower With crystal eyes A rotting diseased stem And too many fucking thorns
Sometimes my strength Is the weakest thing about me It comes in waves A tide of perseverance When I most need it Then exhaustion As the torrent recedes