Break me if you please
I am like this because of you
Why your face consumed by daisies freshly bloomed intrigues me I don't know.
I won't complain
I will stay compliant
To the small part of my heart that stops beating when you smile
I will let your burdens stand on my ribs as long as I have meaning to you.
But I don’t
I have never wished for someone to hurt me
But I would let your hands tear my skin if you stayed
But you won't.
- (5/31/24)
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This is a very heartfelt poem! 💕