I despise the flowers I never got a chance to watch die. Flowers never were my thing anyway. Just saying the word ‘trust’ makes my skin crawl but not a normal skin crawl feeling. More like the hands of a thousand broken promises trying to claw their way out. Scratching and screaming to find any speck of light that looks like an exit out of these hollow bones. I am heartless now. You drew lies on my skin with your fingertips and called them hearts. Now I despise hearts. I cringe over everything that is heart shaped because it reminds me of all the things that are shaped so beautifully, but the center is thick with sharp edges waiting to cut you. Some people can’t just bleed on their own without needed to fill up on your heartbreak to feel whole. I’m glad you never bought me flowers, for it would have only been a bundle of thorns shaped like stupid little hearts.