No Guarantee

"No Guarantee"

Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written August 25th 2018.

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My heart is always set on the

plant that doesn't want my

green thumb to water it,

or pat any soil around his roots

because it's already had enough human handling.

I can relate.

My soul is so soiled with

contamination and parasites that

I want to just spray off

because they try so hard to eat

away at my leafiness

and suck away all of the color

that keeps my beauty alive.

But this ain't really about me:

It's about him.

Upon first laying my eyes on you

I pictured a beautiful red rose,

then a vine wrapped its toxic stems

around me and pulled me further away until

all I could see

in plain sight,

were your thorns.

I decided to use my teeth

to rip myself free of this Bed vine,

and as my spirit returned to you,

closer and closer,

I noticed you begun to cut those sharp edges off you

as your tall stem grew and your

glow shone deeper,

brighter,

redder.

I want to pick you up,

rip you out of the soil,

and take you home with me.

But I know you don't

want to be touched,

and you take pride in

being admired by everyone who

sees your growth.