You compare me with nature, beautiful but cruel.
My limbs outstretched, waiting for you
to plant the life that springs inside me.
The soul-bearing womb,
be fruitful and multiply.
can't you see that even roses wilter?
nothing lasts but I blossomed onto you,
our roots inseparable.
Before these veins emaciated,
From seed to bloom,
I flowered until my petals died,
Until I fell and laid against you.
My broken stem was your life line.
The wind took me with our creations,
our shared joy scattered
in the distance forced between us.
A leaf on me waves to the withered,
lost figment of our imagination.
The non-existent hopes now beautifully destroyed,
dismantled before our weary eyes.
and we ask nature why.
The unforgiving dasher of life
and the fertile dreams,
stealer of platonic love.
It thrives on us- the maternal ambition
for replications, the preventer of youth.
The taker of our metaphorical purpose.
We had dreams together,
it envied our duality.
We had the ability to grow
until inevitable decay.
The rot soured of regret.
We never fought against the force
that threatened our home.
We were encompassed in ourselves
until we lost what we could have had,
The death of possibilities.
You see a child and wonder
what could have been?
Innocent eyes divert to the sky
Taken, beautifully destroyed
and dismantled before our weary eyes.
Now we don't ask why.
This was home-grown disaster
that served us the precious sacrifice,
the ultimate result.
we dried up, laying silent on the ground
and hear nothing but the wind go by.
