• magenhall 6w

    My getaway

    My love for you is like a tree, the more you use the less I have, the more I wait the more I rot in tears, trying to make myself stay alive, as if choking the breath out of me produces the air that I truly need, what did you want from me, what did you need, what were you going to do when I was no longer in the ground growing, why did you let me slowly rot, right in front of your own two eyes, at the end I was no longer there, out of the ground and planted somewhere else