you spread your love across state lines
and i'm sitting here crumbling under the pressure of my names
and i'm wondering how you could spread yourself so thin
and still be whole
when i'm having a hard time just walking out of my bedroom door
and seeing my bloodlines splashed across
this 60 by 100 lot
but you were willing to cross those lines
and share so much of yourself
and i'm still afraid of carving into my own skin
for myself
to see what's inside
for fear of someone finding out and wanting it for themselves
all those gardens inside of me left to grow in someone else's hands
helpless while i watch myself **** over
overgrown
underfed
give me love,
but here you are
opening your gates and letting the floods through
what happens when the garden of Eden gets washed away?
all of the topsoil washing out to sea
roots worn out, removed by gentle hands
one by one
open season in your chest
until you were emptied
and there was no more garden for you to grow.
and i just kept building my walls too high
but one day i looked over because i heard your screams
and i saw you and your broken stems
soiled petals and trampled earth
so i opened the door
intending for you to stay just for a minute
for the taking of tea
or a glass of wine
but look at you now, growing like a vine
on the wall of my secret garden.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
you spread your love across state lines
and i'm sitting here crumbling under the pressure of my names
and i'm wondering how you could spread yourself so thin
and still be whole
when i'm having a hard time just walking out of my bedroom door
and seeing my bloodlines splashed across
this 60 by 100 lot
but you were willing to cross those lines
and share so much of yourself
and i'm still afraid of carving into my own skin
for myself
to see what's inside
for fear of someone finding out and wanting it for themselves
all those gardens inside of me left to grow in someone else's hands
helpless while i watch myself **** over
overgrown
underfed
give me love,
but here you are
opening your gates and letting the floods through
what happens when the garden of Eden gets washed away?
all of the topsoil washing out to sea
roots worn out, removed by gentle hands
one by one
open season in your chest
until you were emptied
and there was no more garden for you to grow.
and i just kept building my walls too high
but one day i looked over because i heard your screams
and i saw you and your broken stems
soiled petals and trampled earth
so i opened the door
intending for you to stay just for a minute
for the taking of tea
or a glass of wine
but look at you now, growing like a vine
on the wall of my secret garden.
i let her in and she grew roots and now i don't want her to leave
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