the whether has warmed up, but the buds that blossomed last year have been damaged by prolonged cold

unspoken agreements are tricky
they're much more specific
once it's verbalized it's open for interpretation

i don't believe in clairvoyance
what i received was more like guidance
it was nothing like foresight
it was more like a recap of future events
this wasn't clairvoyance
it was a recollection from my future self

it's okay to be among them
as long as you do not become them

you had me inebriated from affection
i was addicted to your ambiance
life became dull without it
i felt as if i had to have it
but now i just wish that i had never had it

i tell myself that i kicked the habit on my terms
in reality it's due to lack of accessibility
i know that i'll relapse
good thing i'm already at acceptance

you can only eat each mango once
so i go tree to tree picking the best looking mangos i could find
one day i hope to sprout a tree of my own when i find the perfect mango

many of these mangos are sweet
for that reason none of them stand out
i find a mango that has fallen from its tree
it has been bruised and hidden from the sun
this mango is too tough to slice
i approach it differently
this mango is just as sweet as the others
but i like it because it's tad bitter
maybe it's bitter because it's just as sweet
just not as pretty

i like this mango
i want to plant it
but it might be too soon
too soon to grow that seed
so i'll throw this one mango away
not because i don't like it
because i found it too soon