I am not a seed.
Something you can water and breed to demand a fee.
This Flesh is not your canvas to paint in different parts of me that fits the picture in your head.
Unfortunately for you I had been left bleeding.
Scared now but healed left to rot away.
You see they were but memories of my life once led.
I was ugly and beautifully broken in the mend.
When you came to my bed.
I had heald...