Organically,
I was able to grow into you.
I wound myself like a flower
That sat stone
Within your heart.

Soon all I’ll be is a small skull
Perched on your shoulder
And already you’ve taken steps to hide that-
Bury it within yourself
So that I am no longer
Tickling your ear with my tongue

Crawling into your mind-
Laying on the rug of your dreams
And falling asleep.
Wanting you more
Than I’ve ever wanted myself.