I presented you with my heart
Invited you to look inside
And there, bruised and bleeding
Was my much younger self
Curled up in the fetal position
Each finger trembling
A leaf in a storm
Mirrored on my face.
As I watched you watch me

I told you the one thing
That I swore I’d never tell
Every detail
In technicoloured confusion

I told you how I showered
Hoping that by some miracle
My actions would just pool on the floor
But the memory wouldn’t wash off

At my earlier request
You reached out to me
You scrunched my petals between your fingers
And blew the bits into the wind
Then you turned away
Not noticing your red stained hands

---- I would really appriciate comments, or constructive critisizm ----