the last day
of the past year
and the first hour
of this new year
was one mistake.
a black shadow
that lurks in
the corners of
my mind as i
plead that the
devil will leave
me in loneliness.
i take back the
seed i planted
and nurtured
day after day
that one chilly
november afternoon
after you asking
if it was okay
to plant that seed
and bury it for good.
well, at least
i believed it would
be for good.
i took care of
that seed as if
my life breathed
upon it.
i showed so
much love
to that simple
seed of a mistake
that it ended up
sprouting into
the most beautiful
most fresh
the sweetest and
most innocent
young flower
there was to
ever be seen.
but the first time
the toxins from
your tender lips
invaded the safety
and love that
surrounded that
lively flower,
it immediately
began to wilt.
it withered with
every kiss you
gave to me.
and eventually,
the final dose
of poison
was received on
the last day of
the past year
and it blended into
the first hour
of the new year.
confetti sprinkled
fireworks exploded
everywhere
engulfing us.
a new beginning
that already
starts off with
a flower suffocating.
the last dosage
of lethal love
there was
to be given away.
withered petals
now sleep on
the floor of
my heart,
where that
seed of love
was once planted
that chilly
november afternoon.
