Hatred is one of the side effects of jealousy.

Placid
lake of love
I want to drift
into your heart
closer and closer
to your soul
deep into you
slaked

A rose, everblooming.
Petals swelling around their base.
Bounded by a timeline,
We sway and I bite down on a kiss.
Busted, bruised, swelling and pink.
My heart pounds itself out, aching, running a mile a minute.
A tear slips through my dry, brick wall features.
Dust in the wind, for I am as alone as I came into this world.

My phone starts to ring, and it's you and only you.
"Happy birthday to you!".
You call me by our name;
A Rose by any other name...
Except with you, I'm a rose in a sea of blue.
Skies as bright as sapphires, clouds as soft as silk.
I make a wish, I blow it out.
My tears dry up; My soul is a drought.
I'm found. I love your voice. It cradles and cares for me,
My leaves shed.

I love you. Remember that, too.
You're my first and my last-

"-Happy birthdayyyy tooooo yoouuuuuu! I love you, Rose."

And I love you, too.

In the lull
Of our constricted voice

In the hushing
Of our sullen realm

In the finite
Of our broken hinterlands

A watermark
No, rather

A barrow
A grave

Without inscription
Only handprints

In memoriam
Of the receding surf

Never heard
Never reached

I watch,
the ocean of emotion
welling up
through limpid eyes
in fearful, tearful panic
clutching at the straws
that are granddad
that true constant
love
unspoken.