you
you you you
you cruel disgusting vile person
you were the prize rose in my garden
i nursed you to grow strong
to love yourself the way i loved you
me
me me me
my desperate needy hopeless soul
i was a weed
and no matter what you did
you could not be rid of me
eventually you pulled me out and replaced me
with a flower you found more to your liking
i thought you were a rose
you were deadly nightshade
beautiful yet killer
you thought i was kudzu
i suffocated you
but i was a dandelion
pulled before its prime
a wish that could never be born
About the Creator
amanda e
young adult. vegan. minimalist. political. reader. filmmaker. and many more.
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