#and now it's easter and i have to keep going to this *fucking* church 0/10 shittest church i've ever been to

[keep-looking-here]

The Parable of the Weeds

I am the weed that grew among the wheat.

Darling, put some gloves on if you’re gonna pull me up -  I looked in the mirror the other day, and I think my stems have spines.

I was always destined to hurt you. I don’t want you getting hurt.

I’ve put thistles in your vegetable beds, dandelions with milk-white sap, there’s clover and oxalis spreading through your lawn.

Darling, I know you don’t want them there - but can you fault a seed for growing where it’s planted?

Look at me and tell me what I am.

I am the carpet of yellow daisies over the unmown grass in spring, as if the sun itself has laid a blessing on the corners that no one cares for.

I know they’re not meant to be there, but darling - isn’t it beautiful?

Starving men have made a meal of dandelion and sorrel, lupins and clover fix nitrogen in your bleached and barren soil.

Wheat won’t break the concrete into dirt, my darling,  in the places where our cities turn to wastes. Don’t waste me -

Throw me in the fire if you want.

Pour boiling water down my throat, smear poison on my hands - use a million choking fumes to kill me dead.

When all your wheat has leached the soil of life and dust fills up the cracks where you pulled out my roots -

Remember me?

Weeds are just plants that grow where they aren’t wanted - so darling, show me the door?

I need to leave. .._.._..

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