There was a day where you looked at me and quietly sowed a seed in my heart. I didn’t even know what you did till the roots soon grew around and down my ribcage, pulling my ribs tighter, tighter, tighter together and making it harder and harder for me to breathe. I didn’t know that the vines could curl up and round my heart, till there was a pain right at my chest each time my heart tried to beat.
It took a while for it to bud but I remember the day when the flowers finally sprouted through my collarbones and out through my mouth that you snatched it out and pulled out everything - your finger pressing down to my skin and your nails digging through flesh to rip everything out. You just couldn’t wait for me to pluck the petals off for you in my time.
I could breathe easier but I don’t know what to do with the weeds now.