I used to rip the roots of new relationships
out of the fertile soil
because I couldn't stand
to see another one wilt.
I guess I stopped growing.
But the neighboring plants
did not stop reaching for the sun
when my petals started to drop.
You asked me for an inch to bloom,
and I gave you acres.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I used to rip the roots of new relationships
out of the fertile soil
because I couldn't stand
to see another one wilt.
I guess I stopped growing.
But the neighboring plants
did not stop reaching for the sun
when my petals started to drop.
You asked me for an inch to bloom,
and I gave you acres.
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