My unseen tears
condense onto windowpanes
as they're smashed open by codependent assumptions.
Blinding
blunt force flashlights
shatter sharp shards of light
across the darkest crevices
of my soul.
Impatience
and uncertainty
leads to reactionary behavior.
Do not plant flowers
in the gardens of someone
who cannot take care of their
own plants.
Their soil is unsaturated
with nutrients.
How can you expect to enjoy the fruit of their love?
I am a withered plot.
I am the dead of winter.
No one is interested in how it has died.
They are only upset that they can no longer feed themselves.
What you see is what you get.
and I like to use humans
as rags, scrub 'em in the dirt
and throw them away.
Ha
How can we expect to grow if we cannot bask in each other's fullest glow? We are sunflowers hidden in separate caves, lit with lone candles.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
My unseen tears
condense onto windowpanes
as they're smashed open by codependent assumptions.
Blinding
blunt force flashlights
shatter sharp shards of light
across the darkest crevices
of my soul.
Impatience
and uncertainty
leads to reactionary behavior.
Do not plant flowers
in the gardens of someone
who cannot take care of their
own plants.
Their soil is unsaturated
with nutrients.
How can you expect to enjoy the fruit of their love?
I am a withered plot.
I am the dead of winter.
No one is interested in how it has died.
They are only upset that they can no longer feed themselves.
What you see is what you get.
and I like to use humans
as rags, scrub 'em in the dirt
and throw them away.
Ha
How can we expect to grow if we cannot bask in each other's fullest glow? We are sunflowers hidden in separate caves, lit with lone candles.
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