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