i would like to pretend
i can stay put,
my heart is full and rooted.
i feel my love has grown great arms,
branches stretching to embrace the enormity of your passion.
even still, the seed blooms.
i will never out of shame
and also of guilt
and partially of care
but not of love.
i fear i begin to understand my parents
both of them sinners
does that make me a monster?