Your words
Like razors to my wrist
Like the way you only love me
With your fists

My soul
Is stronger than a storm
It’s all I’ve had
Since I was born
A bloom to grow
Among the thorns

And

All I’ve ever done
Is wasted on you

My heart
Decorated with your wounds
And where the fragments of
My past are strewn
Cries the ghost of what
I lost too soon

All I’ve ever done
Is wasted on you
All that I’ve become
Is wasted on you

My skin
Is not as weak as all of this
If fate’s a millstone, we provide the grist
My will
Is not beholden to your wrongs
I’m scarred and bruised, but I’ll move on
I’ve found the hope to make me strong