I buried my poems about you in the backyard
You whose heart I broke
You whose heart I want
You who I wish would break my heart
You who I remember vaguely
You who changed my morals
You who made me stick to them
You who I loved
You who I love
Me who buried the poems under a bugambilia tree
Multicolored flowers
Sure in itself
Reaching down to make compost of my pen and paper
Eating up the love I’ve felt and forgotten
Except on summer days when limonada is the only refreshing thing
And I think of digesting you
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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