Gardens

Im so sorry I made gardens  grow in your arms.

Im so sorry that it soon became so overbearing

That flowers bloomed through your veins.

I didn't mean to make the torns prick at you nerves

All while I continued to water them.

I couldn't help it,

The foliage was so beautiful.

You soon destroyed them though,

You pulled the lovely unrooted flowers out of your undeserving body

All while it rained.

You screamed,

You said i was the devil for hurting you,

For causing you so much pain.

Oh but i was God for making you live.