My life’s a spider lily bloom,
A crimson curse, a quiet doom.
I warn the world to stay away
One touch, and hearts don’t want to stay.
I’m poisonous beneath my skin,
A danger wrapped in porcelain.
Each hand that reaches out for me
Fades like a ghost eventually.
They wilt because my soul’s been burned,
Every kindness is returned
With thorns I never meant to grow
A field of hurt I never chose.
Happiness? It passes by,
A stranger who won’t meet my eye.
I tell myself I don’t deserve
The love I ache for, pain reserved.
I feel too numb to even feel,
Too broken to believe I heal.
A spider lily bright, yet cursed,
Blooming beauty wrapped in hurt.
But still I stand, though cracked and frail,
A living flower built to fail.
And all I know is this: I’m trying
To live, even as something dying.
