New York City Ink

IMG_2118Unravel yourself
from my being,
you came like
an unexpected seed.
Grow your branches
no longer,
untangle the vines
from my ribcage,
takeĀ out the thorns
in my heart.
I did not intend
to be a gardner,
pruning a mess
that must be
kept hidden.
I cannot allow
you to grow any
longer, for the
fear that you
will climb up
my throat and
reveal yourself.
You must stay
my secret garden,
and I will attempt
to tame your
leaves until I
breathe in the
winter winds
and the petals
turn to ice.

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