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.