Mended and Seeded and Grown

All the best parts of me are yours,

mended and seeded and grown into the

shape of loving you,

all of the worst of me pulls and pulls

and the watering of the constant anger

didn’t leave much room

for the fruits of our labor,

I had never been loved well,

and would take being untouched over

being seen in the wrong light,

I don’t know why I couldn’t give you what

you needed,

I think my will was taken in the summer

heat,

and now I just chew on my cheek

but the gnawing is in my gut,

that was never your fault,

the excavation is my work to do