On the feather, I found softness that his harsh hands couldn’t hold,
he thought I was a thorn when it was all blue.
I try to beat insecurities but left him with greenery,
I’ve been the happiness he’s been treasuring.
Shook my head when I thought he is misunderstanding,
I’ve been roleplaying with him since the morning.
The red carpet he said was beneath the bed we slept in,
was my bloodstains, no wonder I was misrepresented.
Kept my leaves untouched, so he could find pureness,
crazy how a feminist evolved into a burden.
To please the brutal I took scars on my back,
I know I was slavering in love,
I know I ain’t happy being honest.