Most fruit bear their seeds in the middle of their flesh,
To protect their offspring from unwanted guests,
But a strawberry's seeds pellet its outer skin,
They don't care about their kin

is my love too painful to bear?
like a cold knife
upon your skin
how many times since
have you took it
like a shot of gin
maybe that's why
i saw you wince

you trespass in my heart
when my mind isn't looking
hopping the low fence
I thought you were art

the roses I planted
your slender fingers wrap
and tear them from their bed
I used to think you enchanting

you dismember my apple tree
smirking at the snap
apples were your favourite
my sweet delicate gemini

and so i restart
replacing the trampled flowers
fixing the smashed birdbath
in the garden of my heart

if time wasnt linear
and you weren't oaken
I'd go back to a moment
and make us unbroken

i can taste black sleep in my mouth
the burnt out dreams
coating my tongue like tar