my container would overflow
as he poured without a care
for he had love to spare
and he loved to watch me grow
my petals so deeply nourished
and my skin an illuminating sheen
it was a sight that i had never seen
as time went on
he to filled me to the brim
giving me just enough
to lead me to him
with his wires so deeply within me
replacing the stems that took so long to grow
i let him harbor my beautiful tree
his sap was something i couldn't let go
if only I had realized those days
i was living a curse
now he only fills me halfway
giving me just enough to quench my thirst
my body not able to absorb his droplets
rotting from the inside out
i start to have my doubts
so i look for an empty faucet
as my flowers begin to bloom again
and my leaves become cellophane
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Work In Progress
PoetrySometimes when we feel like the world is shifting around us, all we can do is adjust and observe.
