he told me he was in love with flowers.
that he enjoyed planting.
gardening.
so i opened up like one.
just a sunflower
that has the potential for sunlight.
but i was planted in the desert.
he never fed me rain or seeds.
i was buried in dried dirt
while the roses he was feeding
were buried in his very own backyard.
YOU ARE READING
our earth
Poetrya collection of poems that represent two worlds colliding: his earth and her earth. their earths.