you were as poisonous as you were beautiful
as toxic as you were colorful
as stubborn as you wild
and as dangerous as you were captivating
manipulation was your trade
but who could resist such dew like lies
that drip with ease from petals
you manged to control every part of me
with the poison you placed in my veins
and i obeyed because you made me believe
that love wasn't real and pain was all i'd ever feel
and now with much care
from a gardener
who has no name
i have branched off from the toxic beauty that is you
i have now become my own definition of wild beauty
no longer am i shadowed by your dead leaves
that fall around me agony
i am now my own flower
and nowhere near as poisonous as you promised i'd be
but i will always love you
for it is your flaws who made you
who made me
My Lovely White Oleander
About the Creator
Andy
I've never been too great at the whole bio thing. I overthink it all and then realize I'm trying too hard. So, with that said. I'm Andy. I'm 21. My pronouns are She/they. please feel the freedom to criticize, I'm open to ways of improvement
Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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