His Poison
Boys just spread their poison
infecting every flower until the whole garden is wilting.
I was withered, and you pollinated, which really had me blooming
but then your poison spread..
My leaves shriveled and fell off, my stem dried up, choking- from soaking up deceit.
I welted from your poison.
You tainted my soil and created an environment in which nothing could grow.
You think you can stomp all plants in your path and walk away carefree?
While countless flowers will suffer from your disease.
Youve infected me and have been deeper in places my roots can never reach, and
you still think you can walk away carefree?
it matters not?
While my petals are left ruined and covered in your filth, I think not.
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