Sunday, December 11, 2016
For awhile it feels like the salt of our wounds
will never let our love grow again.
All the resentment has pulled out roots
& broken off branches.
Our toxic ways have cracked the ground.
The land mines we slink around
& simultaneously throw by pretending not to care
make it hard to find a place to rest.
Despite all this, I'm always surprised to see seeds
from my memory sprouting. You & I laughing & touching
like nothing could sabotage it in those moments.
When you come back to me you're suspiciously sweet
& spread over my tongue. But the taste of our passion
running down my lips becomes vines & weeds
I cut you down when I feel you growing out of my control
& away from me.
While I'm trying to find a balance between feeding
or killing me,
real love waits somewhere else entirely.