Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Esoteric Nature of Heartache



I am not a flower.
I grew in the dark
Like a forgotten fungus
Bending to please you.
I am not a tree.
I grew in glass bottles
Like a malignant mold
Spreading to reach you.
I am not a star
I grew with implosions
Like dark matter
Surrounding to hold you.
But I am not a monster
I grew within love
Like a moment of silence
Waiting to hear you.

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