Bloom

You showed all your cards

Bared to me your soul

I’m scarred and guarded

We have open wounds like matching tattoos

My heart splattered with gun holes like an army truck after combat

You’re filling them up with soil, planting seeds so gently.

Thinking I won’t notice the space you’re beginning to take up

Raw and honest, we water those seeds together with soft lips

and a lingering touch that makes my stomach fall out.

Flaws and flowers, a garden growing in my heart,

I want to bloom for you.

-January 2016

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