My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

When your rose of love was dying,
I took care of it, watered it to make it bloom
You smiled, regained the happiness you'd lost,
touched my heart, grabbed me in love, then blamed me for loving!

When you were feeling lonely in tears,
I held your hand and walked with you in the rain
to make you feel not alone, to show someone loves you
You felt my love, then pushed me away like a stranger!

You know I still love you,
as we were in love before—
In dreams, in hopes, we promised to be together
Yet still, you don’t look at me and won’t heal my sore!

Days are passing, and some are gone,
We’re running, though some have moved on

We are lazy souls, unlike the sun,
We’re walking, though we need to run

We lie and cheat ourselves each day;
We’re devils with nasty vibes at play

We will be questioned for our dark shadows,
And punished, cast through fiery windows...