Every Morning

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I was beautiful.

Every morning I woke up,
with flowers blooming in my chest
Every morning I woke up,
with the gentle sun in my eyes
Every morning I woke up,
with the thoughts of the moon and the stars.

Every morning I woke up
……Before I met you;

I was happy.

This body was clean
and every night my body would
plant seeds and
my mind would water them
every single day.

I was a garden full of colours;
Colours you hadn’t seen before.
Every day I’d pluck one flower
from this garden, just for you.
I’d give you a flower
and you’d throw knives
but I was so blind
that I confused pain with love.

It wasn’t love.

Every morning I woke up,
with bruises instead of flowers.
Did you rip them out every night?
Every morning I woke up,
with you near my face
oh, how I missed the rays of the gentle sun.
Every morning I woke up,
with the thoughts of your rough
hands recklessly touching my garden.

Every morning I woke up
………After I met you;

I wasn’t happy.

29-01-2018

 

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