As a child she would sing to her plants
Wanting to give them joy and knowing that
Her air would nourish them and cause them to
Bloom faster than
If she left them alone.
She would then water them
Too much
Drowning them in her love because
She could not stop giving.
Tenderheart.
Innocent eyes.
Foolish hope for the return of love.
Committing every piece of her
Being to the satisfaction of others
Every moment spent on herself forcing skin to crawl
Suffocating her on the idea that she is
Not worth the time
Nurturing those around her
And hating that she loses a backbone in the process.
Despising every moment she shoves authenticity aside
To make way for generosity
But feeling a sense of purpose in every moment of
Service and care for others
As an adult her plants drowned and her lovers
Sucked her dry.
Time.
Money.
Attention.
Sex.
Sexual acts performed by Tenderheart
Ripped from her in her
Desperate attempt to make them show the same care she has for them.
She’s learning through
Regret soaked broken hearts and
Lips pressed with empty promises
Her care is important but needs internalizing as well.
Wrap your loving arms around your war-torn Tenderheart.
Hold yourself with the same care you would a lover.
And never
Let bitter hearts leave you cold.
About the Creator
Tasia Lorraine
Spoken word poet, artist, and author.
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