i give and give and give and give
and somehow im still empty,
think somehow it’ll fill me whole
but there’s still a hole
violet vases that have cracked the code
dead peonies that once spoke to me
dried up words that won’t quench my thirst
rose thorns that pierce my fingertips
bite them at the stem
wont let them slip
love gems where i spend my time
treasure chest of unhealthy unrest
my most prized possession.