never
i believed
i could hate
resent
the same person
i used to love
more than my own existence
someone
i thought
to be my confidant
who'd never
treat me
as if
i tasted of
something vile
gritting your teeth
setting you on edge
you are not a man
you are a coward
shivering in your cold
dark
damned corner
stay there
for the rest
of the very little care
i have left
confined to your own mind
a hell you live
every
day
just being you
i am,
however,
free
something you'll never
be.
you've come out of your cage
for me
for the very
last
time.
YOU ARE READING
WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD
PoetryTODAY WE SHED OUR EMOTIONS ONTO THESE PAGES LIKE OLD SKIN AND GROW INTO ANEW ONCE TINY CATERPILLARS NOW GORGEOUS BUTTERFLIES COCOONED NO LONGER WE BROKE FREE NOTHING TO HOLD US BACK NOW + THESE ARE THE STORIES OF OUR REVOLUTION.
