it’s there, in the palm of my hand.
I’m not your shining white
knight. get it straight, I’m
your gardener pulling all
the weeds except the ones
which bloom beside you
in the living room where I
found you, slipping your words
around mine. it’s been awhile
since I fell for a rascal. don’t
hold my hand and tell me all
that I already know. where have
you gone this whole time, went
and got married but found me
at the corner of oblivion. life
they say, has an easy time changing.