Falling.


Until
I stumble upon
anything
anyone
something
that attaches to me.

Eat away my sanity
innocence,
and mind.

Morph me into what you want,
what I need to be.
I'm fine.
I'm perfect.
The best you ever had,
And then go.

Find a new flower to pluck.
Inhale its enchanting scent,
and rob it of its
unforgiving nectar.

Then leave it to decay,
As you did with me.

Let it rot in its vase
never to escape.
Stuck,
on your
bewitching touch.

The dust packs on heavier each day,
as a new snowfall
on a mountain top.
Let me disappear,
buried
in unspoken states.