the planet earth

the day my turmoil subdued was the day I physically felt the halves of my heart shatter in two; and with all the hurt that ensued I thought the world would become better to me and you. plant seeds in my yard and all the flowers are left to dry, a drought is what they’re calling it. and i’ve been told that the world will always give you less and take more than what you have. pieces of you are scattered across people’s front lawns; your flesh is the fertilizer. an arm and a leg for a peace of mind. and we’re told we should embody the world, spit pennies as though we have millions. like the earth is round enough to keep it all together on its own. seven billion people roam the earth and yet we’re still alone.