
I could never give you all of me,
I learned,
and unlearned,
and relearned,
again.
I could never give you my dreams.
I knew the fear.
But I didn’t
see the nightmare.
I planted.
I grew.
I sang.
I knew.
I saw.
I, you.
One space was always
an absolute.
One heart was always
a beat.
One time was always
a battle.
Peace&self-regard always
as sun&soil.
The Beast
was best.
I was proud, yes.
The Dreams
still grew.
I was persistent, yes.
The Sins
left scars.
I was pure, yes.
The Love
was woven.
I was prefect, yes.