I no longer feel the sunlight on my skin but instead cold rain that never seems to dry.
I no longer feel beautiful because your words have stolen every beautiful thing that ever plastered my body.
My face doesn't carry a smile as big as the sea because you ripped it off of me when I fell in the yard.
It's like my stem was plucked from the ground and I no longer have petals growing from my stomach but dead trees that look a lot like your hands.
And I don't know if I'm going crazy or if the weeds that grow from my lungs replicate the lines that form your face. I'm sick of tripping over my shoes trying to keep standing.
Please leave me alone, I'm tired of scraping my knees trying to pull you out of my veins.

(g.p.)