My sweet garden of shame, blame and anything else you can name

you say my eyes

they mesmerize

but you fail to see

the lies that lie

in the deep dark depths of the black

to never come back

the endless pit

in which all hope is lost

frosted over with a hand drawn smile

was this really worth your while?

there’s no cherry on top

can’t you just

STOP

i’m not your dream

this dessert’s missing the whipped cream

still you scream out to me

but even i hold out on me

never to see what’s really there

like i care

you don’t know what i do

how i think or feel

you don’t have a clue

of what’s really real

all that’s known is the reality of real

its presence haunting you

and me too

tend to the pain

plant, water, grow the grain of hurt

nourish and wait

but let’s get something straight

there’s nothing to gain

in my garden of shame

the blame has spread

long gone

can’t retrieve it with a hoe

but in my head

i know

this blame is mine

it has been all along