I am a garden
oh, I feel sunlight
warmth in your smile
flowers are blooming.
what I cannot quite figure out,
sometimes,
am I the gardener
do I tend to myself?
or do I allow others
to plant seeds in me,
nourish me,
help me grow?
am I a community garden
to share with this world?
to trust my rosebushes
my sunflowers
and daffodils
to a world of genocide?
how can I?
I guess I’ll just choose
A white picket fence
open to only those
whose eyes crinkle
when they smile
sunshine
slipping through the cracks
open to those
whose words
so delicately plant
seeds of hope.
I’ll nourish them,
and tend to
this community garden.

As our lips touched, I remember her taste
As I see you in my eyes of lust, I remember her face
As our body intertwined, I feel the heat she used to give
I was locked in the fantasy of her promise that she will never leave
You have a lot of ways that makes me feel that I’m bringing her back to me
The impossible thing to happen, even if I cry on my knees