don’t
do that
don’t
look at me like that.
don’t
make me hope.
nothing
more cruel.
i won’t
let you in,
though the warmth
in that gaze
threatens to melt
the ice on my heart.
things
that i love,
they tend
to hurt me.
i fail
to see the barbs
till I’m
in their arms.
..
i saw
the garden
from afar:
lush. green. alive.
you
welcomed me in.
as soon as i stepped foot,
green
became black.
all
that was alive
wilted.
what was gold, in my hand,
became ash.
stay away
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 