They've trickled down my back and poisoned my feet.
I've stood under many trees that have suspended down this nectar,
I've dreamt of many ways to move my toes.
I have bled to everyone the silence that cracks my back;
The shrieking quiet that cuddles me like a teddy bear
That which sprinkles me with its sap,
That which soaks me to my knees.
And you, you who have been standing there,
Whispering sweet nothings to this tree;
This bane of my existence;
This runaway bride of all my life expectations.
I cradled you, I rocked you gently like the child that I never had, and this is how you repay me?
You mother of love and vengeance, you flower amongst weeds.
You have done this to me.
I am a wader in toxic water because of you;
I am a lover of all the things I cannot have,
As if I have nothing;
As if I am nothing.
Dying, slowly, solemnly, without love.
Desperate, in need of a voice, I believe the lies;
I die in lies.
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
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