Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Ivy

I was a house.
A pretty new house.
Untouched by love my innocence was fascinating. Slowly you began to grow on me, wrapping your vines around my legs pulling me in. You grew higher and higher covering me, figuring me out, using my weaknesses as your defense. I would never let you fall except because of this, you only grew higher soon encapturing me. My walls were covered by your leaves but it didn't matter because I was no longer the pretty new house. I was beginning to wear down my bricks crumbling but you needed a home. Completely invaded, your roots choked me. I couldn't scream, you were completely wrapped around my finger.
The pretty new house isn't so pretty anymore.
Her now disintegrating walls will never be seen.
She's gone.
All that's left are the vines.
-Gabsviolet