there was a plant in a ***
next to my bed
its was green and healthy
seemed well fed

for each night
it was watered drop by drop
by my painful memories
and resulting sobs

now the plant has turned dry
it has lost its leaves
it looks so weak,
regretting its wants over its needs

for i once cared for it
with all my joy
i gave it water
and gave it no lies

but all it felt were
suspicions and fears
it did not want water
only my tears

now that the plant
is withering away
i have just come to realise
it was just a cactus anyway