i have sown the seeds of malcontent 
within us 
this composite being 
of what was you 
and me 
so fragile in its strength 
and these seeds 
will scatter 
our angers watering them 
until they sprout 
and the sun of our distance 
lending light 
to the thorn tree 
upon this mound 
of hurt 
in our garden 
and whether we have the strength 
or not 
to rip out this weed 
remains to be seen 
and whether or not 
we will simply reap 
what we’ve sown 
remains to be seen 
because hey 
it’s your tree too 
and what you lack 
is what i have