Um jardim árido

I grew it on me.

However, the clock is ticking.

Those fingers pushing from within

Trapped into this cage of bones

Trying so desperately to be seen past this rotten flawed flesh

All this beauty

The softness that I could never give

Smothers me (smothers me so sweetly)

I swallow your cotton down my throat

I keep gasping for air

All this beauty

That I could never keep

Cherish

Receive

It runs away and leave me damaged

Craving for something that never was.

Still…

I grew it on me.

The hope

The hunger

I grew it on me.