I find myself feeling
sick to my stomach
whenever you cross my mind.
The butterflies you once gave me
are now just hollowed carcasses
left behind to poison me
every time I hear your name.
Sick
- Tagged
- analogy
- art
- butterfly
- death
- deeper meaning
- discussion
- domestic violence
- emotional abuse
- expression
- feelings
- flashback
- gaslighting
- late night thoughts
- marital abuse
- mental health
- midnight thoughts
- moving on
- not okay
- opinion
- past
- people suck
- personal
- perspective
- physical abuse
- poem
- poem about love
- poems about heartbreak
- poems about ptsd
- poet
- poetic
- poetry
- poetry blog
- poison
- post-traumatic stress disorder
- ptsd
- recognize the signs
- red flags
- regret
- relationship
- sexual abuse
- sexual assault
- short poem
- sick
- sick to my stomach
- survivor
- the end
- thoughts
- toxic
- toxic people
- trauma
- trauma response
- violence
- violent marriage
- words
- working through the trauma
- write
- write it out
- writer
- written word
- written work
- you make me sick
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