You’re a cactus in my life.

Bloom pretty flowers.

Draw me in.

You quickly start to win.

But your flowers wilt.

Feelings start to tilt.

Creation of Unfounded guilt.

Your spines sharp as knives.

Take so many lives.

You’re my personal hell.

The passion that hurts so well.

The lie I don’t want to tell.

So easy how I fell.

Made an impression on every part of my body.

You cared about nobody.

Left with hideous marks.

Hiding in the dark.

One by one I will have to heal.

If I ever desire to feel.

My nightmare became real.

-M.A. Fernández

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