Dear Love,

stop planting yourself in the empty parts of me
you bloom into beautiful flowers
but it suffocates me
with these roots that run deep in me
it's hard to rid your weeds.

you left me with an open chest full of love-
for something that will never come to me
yet you still grow

when will you cease to exist within me?
or will forever you occupy me
and destroy my insides with your garden?