Pained Petals


Petal by Petal
You pull away at me
Do you love me or love me not?
You can only see how for every petal you pull
I become progressively passive,
Pieces wrenched from my person
Until I am putty in your palm:
Perfectly dependent on you.

Instead of independence,
I am living IN dependence,
Poisoning my spirit with your presence

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