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 the course of my quest to please him,
I have overrun myself to the ground,
and my riverbanks lie in drought.

My once overflowing wells now stand in aridity.
He's taken everything from me —
my thunderclouds, only begging to stop clapping.

From every word, tear, sweat, feeling —
he has drunk from me.
Like a needy plant, desperate for rain,
he snuggles beneath 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?