Play games with me. My favorite is hide and seek.                                   You hide your feelings while I seek the truth.
When truth be found, I promise you'll know, for once in your life, true feelings will show.

How stupid do you really think I am?
I see what you're doing.
The slight tilt of your phone screen when we lie next to each other;
the sickening side-eye glance I receive when you think I am looking.
What are you hiding my dear love?

Each scar on my wrist has a name, but to keep it secret I’ll list them as letters to avoid giving them the fame:

Q- Quivering lips didn’t keep you from taking my innocence. The horrible sound of my legs clenched and pants unzipped.

D- Depression ruled your life and slowly taught mine the only way to feel is to feel nothing more than unreal.  

Z- Zombified eyes made me realize you only wanted what was between my thighs. Objectified and used, it didn’t matter to you.

R- Robbed my heart of just about everything. Unfaithfulness and lack of loyalty led to my mistrusting.  

A- Aggression isn’t a sign of affection. To pretend is a hard act but to defend is even harder.

These are the five people that led me to scar, and if they read this, they would know exactly who they are.

You saw me at first as this bright, little flower.
You thought you wanted me so you plucked me from the ground, my safe soil.
You carried me home in the pocket of your flannel not realizing that I am slowly dying beneath your chin.
You didn’t care, you never did. You just thought I was pretty.

You then took me out your pocket and saw that I wasn’t as vibrant as when you first took me. Just know you did this.
My petals discolored from the neglect.
My stem weakened and broke from the damage of your words.
Roots plucked against my will.
You tossed me out your window and went back out to search for a more beautiful flower.
Too naive to realize that this is a never-ending cycle
and you will never get back what you once had.

Though, I hope you never read this
for you will see the truth
you will know of the harm you caused
when you pulled my fragile, little flower roots.