Realizing that everything will be okay. Coming to terms with the change in security. Safe. In your hands, I do not wither; (enamored) by how you hold me. Carrying me not like a momentary (crop), instead like a perennial. Like I do mean something to you. Cultivated to be outside; grounding myself from rain I cause, you allow me on your window sill. Letting me be this fragile;
Vulnerable.
An autotroph turned hetero. Constantly (reticulating) in my mind, I sprout from your kindness. Always facing you to photosynthesize, letting me love you. (Drawing) your breaths into the oxygen you breathe.
submitted by /u/Expensive_Fun_8079
[link] [comments]