My thoughts

"Every where you touched a flower grew. When your hands grazed my wrists fields of Daisies appeared and when your lips lightly touched the tip of my nose tulips bloomed. Quick enough i was a field of many different flowers. But, as they grew your touches become less loving. When you hit my face and punched my stomach, roses appeared, thorns sticking into me like knives. You left and I thought it was my fault. I let the flowers die , but things have changed. I began to love myself, so whenever I look at myself and how strong I am more flowers grow. I am no longer being hurt by thorns."