I lost my very soul when he left
There are some wounds that time cannot heal
I played another round with Aphrodite
She didn't keep her end of the deal
The fire dwindled when he left
Upon cold grounds I stood
The flames needed no coal with him
Because my bones were made of wood
The fire singed my flesh and burnt my heart
Still, I craved the heat
Black and blue blanketed the sky
Darkness, I would soon greet
I dug my fingers beneath the crust of the earth
Praying to find the core
But still, I found no light, no fire
Beneath the ground I tore
He ran and winter took his place
Killing my flowers and freezing their soil
I fought for my life in the brutal snow
Willing my blood to boil
I lost much more than my soul when he left
I lost my flames that kept me alive
Now I lay buried, beneath the earth
Waiting for another garden to thrive
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
