Licking Wounds

I was a rose in the hands of someone who deserved me to be a thorn. I confused anger with kindness yelling for love and abuse as misunderstandings I've had sex but I don't know what it feels like to make love No one knew how to protect me better than the hands that left marks across my skin We all have it in us to be loving yet you still choose to be toxic You cut my legs from under me and stood above me looking down insisting that I could still stand up You are the paradox that joins my everlasting love and my self deprecating hate together I can't look in the mirror I have mastered the greatest art The art of being empty the art of being surrounded by people but feeling forever alone the art of not feeling like I belong anywhere I actually get a glimpse of myself in the mirror today I whisper "I am nothing" but it echoes loudly off of my lips I know God heard it clearly in the heavens if there's even a God.