#1ii

You told me yesterday

you have stopped watering a dead plant

And I told you that is fine

because I deeply know it to be true.

For me I know our love never reached bloom.

As far as I know my seed was planted in a soil of malnourishment in you.

Though I ought not to be bitter of my love for you.

I did like that soil of yours.

It felt like home.

But ones I had planted my feelings in you.

The soil did not matter no more.

And neither did the seed.

Since I was planted in a pot that was already taken, by two other trees.

When I noticed them,

I stopped the sprouts.

I Painted myself in orbit.

Where I saw you in your true light.

You are the gardener of love.

For you, I was just another rose in your garden.

And for me, you were my only soil.

As for my orbit and I we fled for half a year.

Soil-free seed living pot free.

It was around that time I realised my love for you was never enough.

You could have never met me down there where I had you.

There in the deep tissues of my heart.

Though you told me you would.

Yet, you never did.

I kept you there regardless.

Went on with my life,

Marked my words,

Went to school,

Pretended I was just a fool.

Until you caught me in that new years party.

I admitted my love for you.

Into a new decade we held hands,

There I transformed from a seed to this young plant.

Still, that malnourishment of yours kept me on my toes.

I’d reach for air while swimming in deep love.

But every time I would reach the sky,

You would go home with another guy.

I was just about ready to blossom.

For a gardener so unwholesome.

I told you one day I would move with you.

Foolishly I thought I was the one, for ones.

But you had your mind made up.

To move over oceans in only 3 months.

So I grew tired of this story.

Took my roots and walked away.

Without you even noticing me.