stop watering it,
these roots are getting flooded and they have no life to withstand.
please don’t let any more words
drop out your sweet tongue,
my insides are expanding in agony.
this seed you planted,
I built a fence to protect it from your rain
so it may slowly die.
yet life has broken into it,
and the wind was screaming last night.
I didn’t realise until now.
until I came to find your walls were shattered,
and to my realisation my fence was melted.
that’s when the pain has began
leaking into each vein and intertwines around their blue tunnels.
I am sick at the thought.
these roots stream into my nerves,
closing my sleep, my words
as I only inhale yours through my pipe.
then engulfing this seed
that seems to shoot further up me,
when you are furtherst away.
25 February midnight
this was what you once felt to me