He loves me
He loves me not
I turned my head towards the sun
And this is what I got
He says I'm so mature
And he looks so proud
But there’s something behind those eyes
Maybe this isn’t allowed
I feel like I’m supposed to be something
Not just his little girl
But I've emptied my stomach on the floor
And the ceiling starts to swirl
He promised I’d be safe
And I promised I’d trust him
He made my guts spill out
But the truth is grim
Spiders on my skin
Blood down my thighs
He’s staring at me
Like I'm a carnival prize
What is this feeling,
Of wanting to crawl out of my skin?
All my dreams turned nightmares
The man who was my prince
Forget me
Forget me not
Floating in space
Lying on a cot
I’ve been dried out
I’ve been left hollow
Someone picked off my thorns
And left me to wallow
Sorrow,
What does that mean?
Left to wander
In the spaces between
Or is it a feeling I don’t have
This numbness in my fingers
The absence of feeling,
Something that always lingers
You can’t revive a flower
By cutting of the dead parts
For we have a brain,
Nerve endings, and a heart
Half gone blossoms
Laid out in a field
Stuck in a world,
We view as surreal
He loved me
He loved me not
My head turns to shadows
And this is what I got