Roots of Desire

He says she ruined him and broke his heart But his heart was already cracked when they met She only planted her passion in those crevices, And he gave it sunlight and watered it wet. This was enough for her to grow even in barren land, She flourished and grew all over him like wild grass, Her roots clutched his heart and spread all over like veins and nerves Invading his farms of rationality, cordoned territories she trespassed Who could you blame if she didn’t flower in spring, For what else could grow on stony land, but wild creepers, The harsh seasons only made the wilderness drier, Taking everything with her, she left with a wildfire. Now the land has been cemented and sealed, Getting huge investments for business deals from real-estate, The same heart which bled from the pricks of the shoot-thorns, Now is hammered down with blunt nails, holding picture frames. He waits for it to turn into a graveyard soon, Where bolted caskets, trapping death, will be buried beneath, It will still house more emotions, by the grieving visitors, Who would bring back to him the wild creepers, in decorated wreaths.