untitled - [a poem by: me]

i'm standing right here, this heart in my hands

pulling you closer as i break and bend

i hand you my heart, all wilted with thorns

while i break the walls

you conjure the storm 

i stood in the water so our love could grow

your nourishment faltered, but you didn't go

your poisonous liquid would seep through my spine

a beautiful flower turned into a vine