I envision how simple it would be To encage my heart behind flesh and blood. Or to snip away the ties she has grown, Whom have bound blissfully to those near me. But instead, I watch meekly as she swells; Shrouding them in vines of pulsing sorrow.
Grief, passion, joy, these souls she will borrow,
And as it leaks through my mind, she will dwell.
I endure the vast pain of another
Wired through the vessel who rots apart,
The strings that embrace the overgrown heart
With a tenderness that cannot be known.
She will now flourish for eternity,
‘Till she drowns beyond bruised ribs and my bones.