• chasetheroad 6w

    Did I ever love you?
    Or did the ivy creep in and tangle me up again?
    The ivy that drinks liquid courage instead of water
    That blooms little white capsules of short lived joy
    That wraps itself and clings to anything and anyone that is an escape
    An escape from the mundane horticulture that lives in the everyday greenhouse
    The ivy grows on deceit and thorns and weeds and pesticides
    Grows against the rusted walls of abandoned homes
    Grows not towards the sun, but towards the challenge
    Did I use you to wrap my vines around?
    I think the part of my brain where the ivy grows chose you
    And got wrapped up in rot
    But it retreats, and finds other things to climb