My eyes water
Quenching the thirst of my mourning heart
Because the creeping ivy vine you’ve grown across me is starting to whither, since Fall has begun to start
It hurts me to think I’ll be the cause of my root and your vine having to part
So I cry
Knowing that I’ll be starving us of you and I
Sunlight, that photosynthesis cuz I can’t make sense of this shit can’t keep going on
A situationship grown into a jungle of daisy’s and roses, a garden of emotion that has me too caught up that I’m living in some sort of slow motion movie
I keep wondering if things my friends warn me about is something you’ll do to me but I don’t know
So I cry
Because my root and your vine are so intertwined
I feel like we’ll need a chainsaw to break into this line
I’m so rooted into you that this soil doesn’t even feel like it’s mine
You’ve seeded me so many times I’ve blossomed into something other than a situationship
But I gotta let you die
I gotta see if I can survive without your pollination
The anticipation of looking into your honey colored eyes
I cry
Because we’re intertwined
And your honey is so divine