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 the parts of me that were ugly and hard to look in and reflect.
I loved that monster that howled and prowled in my head.
And loved the heart of thay beautifully child before she had been broken and fed the pack to live or die on the edge in the end she chose to mend.
So while you pick me a part and try to rip out my heart
Remember that I gave you my love from the start with no artificial turns but when a woman is suprened She lets the monster roam and learn.
The beauty's just a beast with skin.
Something that happens when a woman learns to love herself from with in.

© Letitia Adams