She was a young woman,
poised and flexible.
She had flowers growing in her
rooted being yet she had them
pulled out by everyone around her.
Every night, the sky bled over as
she fidgets, waist-deep in thought of
her twisting sanity.
They believed she was
weird and beautiful. They loved everything
about her but she was blinded
by the lies other people spit in her eyes.
The kind of things that remind
you of the vast ocean and the cloudy sky.
Her hair that glows magenta in the
sunlight and her angelic, contagious smile.
She wanted to be thought of.
Loved.
But every time people offered her what she
needed, she refused to believe.
Because maybe, she was waiting for her
flowers to grow again.
'Leave me be.' she said.
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