A Lover's Puncture
Imagine being picked
Like petals from a flower
Someone
holding you,
wanting you,
wishing for you
Only to be pricked by the thorn
And watch the blood fall
Mercilessly
The heart as numb as the pain
Maybe
I grew in the wrong field
And someone
Will replant me again
This poem is about:
Me
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