Garden

Before we shut our eyes

for the night

you’d tell me pretty lies

no goodbyes.

Promise me forever

Plant me in your garden

Tell me I am your favorite flower.

In the morning,

we can pretend it was just the powder.

I won’t hold it against you

God knows Im just as much of a liar.

In a perfect world

this would unfurl

but we’re just doomed-

and who knows? maybe they weren’t lies

but true colors will always bleed through.

Even so, it was you that painted my skies blue

or created a color completely new.

Even though the truest ones are harder to view

I love those colors on you.

-g.m.t.