How did you and I become so insecure?
Why were we drawn together
like wilted flowers
barely thriving under the shade?
Am I not rooted here
in permanent denial
of my strengths?
Rain pities us in excess.
Here we are clinging to one another,
despising pieces that are familiar;
parts that remind us
Will you always listen to me?
"Always, until the day I destroy you."
Too afraid to disentangle
we slowly cave under toxicity
Our fleshy stems
languish, darken and bend.
This is so depressing, but I think it is a huge issue among People in relationships... err..