He said I love you my skin
As his nails caved in to my back
I tasted the lies upon his lips
But felt every word honestly

He said I hate you on my chest
When he pulled the dagger out
It was the truth I didn’t want to hear
But my ears got closure from the sound

The flower I thought I was in his garden
Didn’t match his universe
I was wilted and he grew out of this world

As he plummeted his verbal weapon through me
My rotting self began to feel true growth
Your universe does not involve me because I refuse consumption
Because I have my own universe
And without you I am able to explore space
Because you gave me so much of it
I am venturing out