POMEGRANATE SEEDS

I strain to return to myself—

a peony dewy-eyed, unbeknownst to

the bittersweet taste of your chocolate eyes,

yet biting into it

while you watch.

I dared to do that.

I became your dream

with my pure red mouth,

arched back,

eyes singing.

You wanted to listen some more, didn’t you?

But then, that is all you ever did:

You wanted,

nothing more, nothing less,

and look what you’ve done;

My heart crumbled into pomegranate seeds—

I pick them up on my knees,

smear my mouth with them,

staining it red

as I eat them.

I pretend they are remnants of

the good girl I used to be,

white peony petals.

I don’t want you any longer;

I want her back.

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