#spilled send help

[dreamybellatrixanvm]

I used to cradle his thorns.

They were confused why it didn't hurt

but he saw the blood dripping

and only looked away.

When the rains were gone

and the grey shone silver,

he saw his flowers, for the first time,

stained with my blood.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" He asked.

"Yes, my Wildflower", I could only cry.