the pain 
was not his to hold 
but he cradles it 
when i am cold 
my body full of mould 
he lifts my face to meet his eyes 
and wipes my cheeks dry 
i bury my head in embarrassment 
no he says look at me 
you don't need to hide
i was a daisy first 
as a child 
small and full of life 
ready for whichever path i would find 
i grew into a sunflower 
aching for light 
inevitably, the rain washed away 
each of my petals 
now i am small 
fragile 
not nearly as agile 
soaked through my skin 
even rain-stained within 
damp, dreary 
exhausted and weary 
still flinching from the last man 
that stamped on my heart 
he does not move fast 
he is slow 
gentle 
renewing my petals 
reminding my stem 
how to hold me again 
he placed me in sun 
when i knew only rain 
i feel the rays 
illuminate the pain 
shed light on the broken parts of my brain 
so we can both see 
what needs to be changed 
and what can stay 
the pain was not your responsibility 
but my love, you are fixing me 
i had forgotten to breathe 
but now your love is all i can see. 
15:10pm - 15/08/25.
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	Chloe S (Pseudonym) ( Offline) Offline)
- Published: August 15th, 2025 20:57
- Comment from author about the poem: reflecting on my writing lately and i'm very aware there is a lot of love poetry, but then i remembered that it's a result of the end of the months i spent only writing about grief. it seems whatever emotion i am primarily feeling latches onto me and it's all i can write about, but i don't mind. love is what is holding me right now and i cannot find it within me to complain. i hope it doesn't come off as repetitive, though. perhaps it does a little, but i'm content knowing it is because i currently feel so bathed in love that it's all i can write.
- Category: Love
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He is caring, nourishing and protecting his flower, ensuring this time it stays in bloom, lovely write
thank you!
You are very welcome
Joy always lighter than pain. A brighter poem full of hope and aspirations. Nicely done
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You are most welcome
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