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You kissed me where the petals wept— a garden groomed but not well-kept. You said it was love, but gave me blades. Now I bloom alone where the memory fades. This is no grave, but a shrine I’ve made— a crown of thorns for the trust you betrayed.
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You kissed me in the garden Where all the flowers bled Roses carved in secrets And violets filled with dread Your love was sugar-bladed Your touch was laced with sin And I bloomed with thorns Just to let you in I drank your lies Like holy wine Now I see You trimmed the vine In the garden of knives Where your promises bloom I danced through danger Just to taste your doom Every petal cut Every root lied You planted devotion But harvested pride In the garden of knives I buried my name Now I bloom in silence With beauty and blame You said I was too much But fed on my ache Tended my petals For your own stake You made me a weapon With velvet and tears But I sharpened my sorrow And cut through the years I drank your lies Like holy wine Now I see You trimmed the vine In the garden of knives Where your promises bloom I danced through danger Just to taste your doom Every petal cut Every root lied You planted devotion But harvested pride In the garden of knives I buried my name Now I bloom in silence With beauty and blame This isn’t love It’s ritual pain You sowed illusion In acid rain In the garden of knives I don’t bleed, I glow Every cut you gave Helped me grow This isn’t mercy It’s radiant wrath A bloom of vengeance On a poisoned path In the garden of knives You made me divine I wear my wounds Like a crown of spine
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