you were the hallucination of water I saw as I was roaming the desert
you were the crevice in the paper that I never could keep straight
you were my moon and I was your sun
I loved you endlessly; I loved you with a love I have never loved and will never love again
You unearthed my roots and placed me by a windowsill that never received enough sunlight
you watered me and cared for me as much as you possibly could but never could quite understand why I was dying
once I was gone you knew and you,
you took that dead flower and tossed it
because once something gets to **** difficult you always quit.
You said it yourself, so I quit too.