I've got nine hundred petals on the back of my tongue from each time you took them away. From each time your words didn't match up or when you kept me waiting.
I've got eight hundred petals on the back of my tongue. Each one represents the time that you hurt me.
I've got seven, six, five hundred petals on the back of my tongue after every time someone said you were no good. And they were always right.
I've got four hundred petals on the back of my tongue for every time you tried to throw me away.
Three hundred petals remained after you criticized me for loving you too much.
Two hundred petals rotted on the back of my tongue for months as each one fell I lost a piece of myself.
I've got one hundred petals on the back of my tongue after each time you used me and told me you would never hurt me.
I've got no petals left. You're no different than your fiancé.
Rebirth.
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