you scooped out my stomach
you pulled out every *****
and replaced them with flower petals
because one day
you thought they might
reach my eyes
and make me beautiful again
and you may love me
like you used to
and I might
smile with my teeth
like I used to
but those flowers
never grew high enough
and now I’m left
with this
slow
burning
emptiness
that can
never be filled
again