Celosia in My Garden

in my periphery you arrived at my door with your guns and cannons i wondered why the uproar? marched into my house with full force and aimed your cannons at my door to destroy my peace and drag me to the sea the celosia in my garden still flourishing in the war been through your drought, my undying love i hate you to your face but I love you behind your back my friends called it a “a toxic affair meant to be crushed either by fate or by your lover’s hand”