ᴵ one day, you came and
took all the plants that wilted
and made them blossom

ᴵᴵ you took all the plants
that I can't make flower and
made them bear good fruit

ᴵᴵᴵ when my kindness to
myself wilted, you showed me
your garden of it

all night, we pretend
not to notice each other —
like a warm cold war

and I find rest in
knowing that you're the keeper
of the rest of me ☄

my patience would leave
me like its house — it'd always
find a home in you

how long have I been
living a stranger to my
very own longing?

if I don't know what
I want, do I even know
who I really am?

I have grown restless
thinking how you don't find rest
in me anymore