I had some very sick, sad dreams about you.
Not the ones you forget in the morning,
upon the smell of honey and a clean earth after rain.
The ones that leave you wounded and drenched
in your own doubt, frustration, bitter remorse.
I blame you for littering seedlings in our path,
leaving my world overpopulated
and washed out with a malicious, endless green.
I had some very sick, sad dreams about you.