we met in springtime.

while kissing my lips
with your sweet taste
of pollen,
you made me blossom
one more kiss from you
and I had fallen

but when my leaves began to wilt,
you left, free like a hummingbird.

and as my petals were tumbling down,
my beauty was fading away.
I cried so you would stay,
but our love was already
laying on the ground.

I saw you kissing a rose,
without ever cutting yourself on its thorns.

how stupid of me,
to think I was the only flower in your garden.
that’s when I knew for sure,
that I would no longer be your guardian.

that you would be the one dying in the next storms,
while I would be in he one with thorns.

- gio