My love for you is this: I am ready. Water me; I promise to flourish. Even if it’s only a drop. I will always know exactly where to put your love. I will always know exactly how to spend it. And even now, that I am underneath rot; something that has grown on me, that has me in its grasp, weary and slow, I promise to bloom.
Sink my head in your waters. I’d never drown with you. Only grow. Only become.