[eightofcupss]

sometimes i think i’d like to go back

to the days i clenched my fists,

your kiss folded within

held them shut as long as i could

someday, though, i let them go

kept you out not kept you in

but now i grow the seeds you send me

nurture the plants you’ve picked out

i string your crafts up for every holiday

i’ll pick up the pieces of the mess we made

things got so complicated

but somehow it’s all simpler now