I Am A Garden

I am a garden.

This garden knows unrequited love.

This garden gives unconditional love, nonetheless.

Ripping and tearing bits and pieces out.

A bouquet of smiles and hope. 

I give my hands, although always cold, 

to comfort him as he cries.

I give my lips,

breathing life back into her when she forgets what living is like.

I give my eyes when he cannot see what is right or what is wrong.

I give my mind when she doesn't like what's inside her own.

I give my shoulder when his pillow is all soaked.

I give my heart when she says she is unworthy of love.

I give all of this knowing I will not receive any of it back.

Unaltered by the fact that I am only just a garden.

I will not receive as much as a sideways glance when I ask for love in return. 

Even without love, this garden will not die.

For my tears water the seeds.

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