Are you one of us?
The unseen...
The undervalued...
The void...
The used...
The mistreated...
The disposable.
Come through the gate,
Into a garden made just for us.
Where our efforts aren't shrugged away
Where we don't fear the love of our friends to be conditional
Where we are afforded reciprocity
We can smile with our faces toward the sun
Facing the warmth
Embracing the growth
Planting ourselves in this fanciful garden
Never to let anyone pluck a
Single
Precious
Petal
Ever again.

red
neon
rain spattered
pavements teeming;
one thousand prismatic shades of meaning

graffiti-laden puddles splish, splosh, splash;
as midnight turns
to blue, and
dawn to
ash

I want to pour
the overwhelming amount of
love
out of my heart
as a
sticky, pure red liquid
and use it as an ink
to write a love poem
as an attempt to
describe what I feel
for you.