Now I Love Myself More Than I Ever Loved You

As I lay awake, envisioning our love in rosy hues, you saw me in muted grays and browns. But you did not feel the passionate blaze I felt for you. You did not have the selfless yearning to please me the way I did for you.

Today I Will Start To Heal

Today, I will still think of you, your soft lips and your wicked arms
that entangled me, holding me hostage in your care.
But today, I will not cry.

Don’t Call Me A Flower

I am not a flower. My value does not lie my beauty. I do not wither when plucked from my home. My roots are not shallow and delicate.