seed

i never wanted to become

attached to you,

so the moment i felt that

little seed of warmth in my chest,

i buried it under dirt

piles of doubt and resistance.

i left that little seed

alone under the soil, because

i knew growing the

plant that is love comes with

thorns.

but you -

you cared for that seed.

you watered it with laughter and

there was sunshine in your touch.

so, as a result, the plant

grew and grew;

sprouting and stretching

and budding and

blooming.

you clipped every thorn

you could, choosing to

bloody your fingers instead

of having me bloodying mine.

i never wanted that seed to sprout,

but you forced it to grow...

and i can't thank you enough.

because yes, the

plant that is love comes with

thorns,

but the flower is too beautiful

to live life without seeing.