
you kiss my cracks
to plant seeds
in my barren heart -
(a flower blooms).
your tongue bleeds life
into my parched mouth
and i swallow
(your lies).
i feel
your fingers
run up my face
(because my eyes are closed).
you whisper in my ear
you are mine
and my eyes water
(i want to be).
i will be left
to cut stubborn weeds
and an open mouth
(my lips drip with blood).
you will be gone
tomorrow
but you are here
(for now).
so i will sit
on the gravel
planting wildflowers
(for your return).
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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