Hemlocked Heart

Under blooming wisteria
I wasted my time
Convinced I was honey
As salt fed my lies

Beneath blooming roses
I bided my time
Waiting for answers
Ignoring the divine

Under blooming honeysuckle
I breathed in the spring
Doubting my body
Not knowing my need

Beneath blooming bougainvillea
I heard a sharp crack
Of oaths broken, shattered,
Never to go back