planting fires

I am a star made of tears,
red diamonds spilling into rivers
slipping through my fingers.
one last time. never again.

I am a naked soul,
wearing your light and my shadows
under my skin.
caught between cold stones and drifting leaves,
I still breathe.

I am a secret garden,
planting fires within me,
harvesting a love so fragile
it shatters when touched.