Monsters

Under your bed,

In your closet,

Out on the street,

Holding flowers.

Love leads us to

Rain-sleeked streets

At midnight hour

Flowers wilting

And we wish upon

Stars above, that

Our love reciprocated,

Flowers for good luck

Upon rejection, we

Rage against happiness

Upon acceptance, we

Can’t help but think

It an awful lie, and

We beat ourselves

With those flowers