I watch as you plastered your words on my skin
until each wretched lie was permanently seared in my flesh
a constant reminder that I am not what the worlds wants
or even needs
but
instead of hating the scars I nurtured them and watched them grow
they blossomed into flowers
and when they wilted away with your lies
their infinite
fragrance
stayed
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
I watch as you plastered your words on my skin
until each wretched lie was permanently seared in my flesh
a constant reminder that I am not what the worlds wants
or even needs
but
instead of hating the scars I nurtured them and watched them grow
they blossomed into flowers
and when they wilted away with your lies
their infinite
fragrance
stayed