Why do you hold so much influence in me? Over my life?
In my head it’s clear we are done.
Would you be generous enough to just leave me in peace?
I can’t understand why you still keep me up side down…
I want healing.
Stop harming me.
That’s more than enough.
Roses have thorns to protect themselves from harm. I used to be that rose too. All red and a beauty.
Now, I have made myself the thorn. So whoever cuts and takes a piece of me will bleed.
Your random visits are not welcome.