Sorry, I’m Sapphic

I want violets 

And lavender 

In the form of flowers, this time

Given in a language of beauty

And admiration 

The only violets I ever received

From the hand of man

Were heart-shaped bruises 

Their roots came plucked from

No place grounded 

Submit myself to rounds of ammunition

In hopes my bullet holes would bring you honor

Gave into unhappiness and confusion

Just to spare you your own

But I've no more blood to give

I have quenched the thirst of this garden

With the sacrifices I have made

And I will die among these violets

Bullet holes and all

So long as the purple runs darker than the red

Let the truth sting

The same way your support feels like

Battery acid poured into these wounds 

I've found all the love I need within myself

And through myself alone

There is only room here for that which

Will encourage me to grow

If you've nothing to offer then please,

Leave me be, and

Allow me to water my garden