i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

a seed of bitterness is sprouting in my heart.

it stings,

when the old way of things is being bulldozed over by new relationships.

it hurts,

to see things flaunted in my face, intentional or unintentional for the mere fact that it reminds me of what i have lost.

it sucks,

to have to realize that this is what my heart is harboring.

but every time it stings,

i grasp it tighter and pull harder,

and it loosens the soil a little more.

one day my heart won't be so narrow,

even attempted virtue brings clarity.

so i'm trying my best here.

always.