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Published: Nov 14, 2013

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Literature Text

i'd turn this into prettier poetry,

but there's something perverse

in saying i thought we had

something real in metered simile-
so here’s a harsh truth:

i am sad. i lost a hope i'd held since i had hands
to hold with: that when such sparks as ours fly,
no one flees, and when flowers blue and pure as
lullabies finally bloom- burst- give birth to belly
butterflies and rich rosy bubbles in the blood,
they are tended, not cut and left to wither
in the shade. and for a girl who swore off disney,
i've been foolish- charming kisses never woke
what slept in your soul like they roused mine.
love does not sow love each time she plants
a seed- something i knew, but never quite

believed, and so i watered ours with hopes

as small as minnows gently flashing silver

in the streams, quietly fishing- and, oh,

you could have taken anything
from the garden growing in me:
my tulips, forget-me-nots or
baby's breath or sunflowers,
even the bleeding hearts-

instead you took my faith,
and I learnt just how perennial
my dreams could be. now it grows
for you, transplanted, thriving on

the sunbursts your skin has finally

begun to shine with as you beam- as

you begin to breathe enough to sing-

as you bring tenderness i didn't know

you had- as you hold Her-

and i must form new roots in unfamiliar soil,

dreaming- always dreaming- of butterflies,