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You compare me to a flower. But the thing about flowers is that we uproot them for our own pleasures. Pull them from their own wants, their own needs. We take them from where they’re grounded, where they’re safe, where they have grown and made a life for themselves and place them in a pot on a shelf. We take them and destroy them for our own selfish desires. Call them beautiful. But that’s not love. And I’m not a flower. I will not be taken from where I am, where I want to be, to decorate the sill of your bedroom window. I will not be labeled as ‘pretty’ in the last days before my leaves shrivel, before my petals fall, before my life runs out and you find someone else to use as decoration. Love me, you say. You want to uproot me. You want to change me. But I won’t let you. Your love is just like the flower you want me to become. Something that looks pretty, for the time it lasts. Something to adorn your life, to make it beautiful. But kills me in the process. And I won't be destroyed.
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Marisa Donnelly
I just want to steal the roses off your lips and place them to your ear so that you might stop and listen to your own blooming. You are divine and purposeful and real.
I want to lay in a field of flowers & water color my dreams.
SARCASM
I seriously just wanted to tear my room apart. "Do you like it, hun?" Mum asks me, fixing my floral bedsheets. Pink. Pink blankets, pink pillows, pink wallpaper, pink furniture. I couldn't lie. I just couldn't. I thought of a way to say it, without hurting it feelings. "Well?" she asks impatiently, waiting for me to respond. "I still have to show Delilah her room, and Matt. They're waiting, and soon, they'll be seeing the surprise without me!" she scolds me. I look at my mum and take a breath. "I love it." I say, trying to tone down my attitude. Mum hugs me and gives a squeal. I roll my eyes and plop myself on the bed. I can't believe I just lied. "When's dinner?" I ask, before mum leaves. She shrugs and thinks for a bit. "Meatloaf, with my special brocolli!" she finally says. I heave a sigh and mumble, "Wonderful." Mum closes the door and I stand up, looking at the mirror. Lying is pretty easy... just got to tone it down: change into... sarcasm. I guess now I just have to be different, look different, act different. Start telling the truth, different.
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'Tis the prologue. Hope you like it. <3
I seriously just wanted to tear my room apart. "Do you like it, hun?" Mum asks me, fixing my floral bedsheets. Pink. Pink blankets, pink pillows, pink wallpaper, pink furniture. I couldn't lie. I just couldn't. I thought of a way to say it, without hurting it feelings. "Well?" she asks impatiently, waiting for me to respond. "I still have to show Delilah her room, and Matt. They're waiting, and soon, they'll be seeing the surprise without me!" she scolds me. I look at my mum and take a breath. "I love it." I say, trying to tone down my attitude. Mum hugs me and gives a squeal. I roll my eyes and plop myself on the bed. I can't believe I just lied. "When's dinner?" I ask, before mum leaves. She shrugs and thinks for a bit. "Meatloaf, with my special brocolli!" she finally says. I heave a sigh and mumble, "Wonderful." Mum closes the door and I stand up, looking at the mirror. Lying is pretty easy... just got to tone it down: change into... sarcasm. I guess now I just have to be different, look different, act different. Start telling the truth, different.
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'Tis the prologue. Hope you like it. <3
