Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Desirous

(The rain)

I was lacking,
In his ever thirst for poetry.
I gave him everything he asked of me,
Yet he still wants more.
My lips have spilled,
My saliva is drained.
In course of my quest to please him,
I have overrun myself to the ground,
And my river banks lie in drought.
My once overflowing wells, now standing in aridity.
He's taking everything from me.
My thunderclouds, only begging to stop clapping.
From every word, tear, sweat, feelings;
He has drank from me.
Like a needy plant, desperate for rain,
He snuggles underneath my storm.
Broken, lost, aching.
His soul, begging for hydration;
His spirit, dying of thirst.
I see his hurt, I can feel it deep within my bones.
He needs my help,
I hear him screaming my name.
I'm watering a withering plant with every drop of my heart.
But, how much longer,
Must I keep raining?