Yank the flowers from my skin,
Pluck their petals one by one
Until they tell you that I don’t love you anymore.

You fed the grass that grew on me
With your honeyed words that stung like bees
That pollinate me.

Irises bloom in my eyes,
Gentle ferns sprout from my scalp,
Branches grow from me like limbs,
Sunlight emanates from every inch.

You brought frost and darkness to this world,
And you held me so that I wouldn’t feel it.

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me…

She loves you not.