devout garden
I do not sustain your needs—
my body cannot carry your seeds.
Did you love me out of convenience,
or because pity reached your heart?
My actions spoke in love for you,
never a plea for yours.
I shaped myself into your image,
yet you chose the warmth of his hands.
I'd kiss you—even if it meant hell,
just to tell the devils I once saw heaven.
But your heart leaned into his—
we started, and ended, with a kiss.
"You were my sun," I shouted,
but his voice swallowed mine.
You didn't burn my eyes—
you opened them.
They say atoms never truly touch,
yet somehow your heart reached mine...
even as his tightened around yours.
frank lotus