Wallflower

If she could
Take back everything, she
Would.
Let's not make the
Same clandestine
Mistake of
Atoning for some unrequited
Love. Sleeping
With various
Enemies has kept
Her nauseous. The
Magnolias full
Bloom often reminds
Her of being
A virgin in that distant
Room; living in
The shame of an
Airheaded butterfly with
It's wings torn off,
Because it's gotten
To the point she's
A fucking nobody.
It's gotten to the
Point that her
Depression is the
Party that she
Throws and waits
For someone to
Show up with the
Piñata. But these
Sadists don't even
Mercifully beat her to
A pulp, just let her
Live with it.