Closed a bloom n flower you found me, attempting to weather the storms that were devouring me. You greeted me with a tender touch and warm embrace a security I believed I hadn’t known before... secure enough as if there was sunshine I open for you, eager to show my hidden beauty. Vulnerable I surrendered 2 u my sensitive & delicate softness…Trusting I gave way 2 the closed stance I once had before… now I’m left battered by the fruit of your lips. Withered I’ve no defenses as your proclaimed love for me once brought forth life… Now, I feel weak with disbelief as I attempt to protect myself from the bitterness of your words. Naked I am hurt and alone for I am not sure if you really understand that your tone and words causes a death that only I can feel. I die from inside out, I lean and drift from side to side as I am no longer strong. Your words are like a scalpel slowly penetrating my skin cause life to seep from its wounds. I lie here once closed yet still blooming, then strong and full of hope and helpless and withered…dying not by your touch but by your words…
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