Garden

Let us fill ourselves with words
Hatred, love, indifference
Spiraling into a perfect shell
An enclosure of petals

This fragile warmth is
A heart or two,
Yours and mine,
No longer beating as one,
Scarred and jaded in their own way,
Until you get too close, too close
With words you don’t mean

Hatred, love, and indifference
Spiraling into a perfect shell
You make my heart burst and bloom
And blaze
Until the very last enders fall upon yours

With love,
The ashes