at the bottom of your hill
that sits along the oxygen you grow
i remember being pricked
by a thorny vine last winter.
just so you know,
i wasn’t there by myself.

the flower petals spill
to the ground all in a row
it felt like being kicked
in the stomach by a ram’s horn.

i cried and cried
when that lightning bolt took you down
and me, without a fortress,
and no place to shine my crown.

still waiting to build something
amazing again.

I always longed for company,
Of someone whom I can call my own,
Whom I can tease,
Whom I can pamper,
Whom I can care for,
Whom I can get cared by,
Someone who can love me.

Of the very few parents globally,
My parents did not grant me a sibling,
Who could've teased me,
Who'd have pampered me,
Who I'd worry about,
Who I can always cuddle,
Someone who can motivate me.