vine
(1.10.22)

it was all just fine till a Vine did grow
"i don't have time but what's the harm in longing to know?"
one mistake turned many and now the Vine fights to stand
covered in sap
all my feelings could fit in your static brain
but they spill out the corner and you don't try to contain
the Vine grew and flew around the brick walls standing
every sharp prick a mortifying landing

dueling for dominance, something i wish
green but rotting, this Vine hates bliss
healing the ivy, lingering kiss
"tell me what to do to be something you miss"

the Vine turned golden with no room to try
curling around every tree and every single goodbye
cut them down, take them out, be careful in lumber
disturb me a million times in my slumber
dueling for feeling, something i wanted
green but dying, did i take bliss for granted?
healing your ivy, a hesitant kiss
i'll do whatever it takes to be something you miss
desperate dueling for anything, misty mourning for some
is this honestly, truly, the way that you love?
healing my ivy, the Vine bathes in bliss
i'd have done whatever it takes to be something you missed

i still would do everything to be something you miss