Blooming or Withering

I’m like a flower. Pretty to look at, admired for its outward appearance. But underneath, my roots are a tangled mess – suffocating under layers of soil, unable to breathe. Withering away with each day that passes as it grows weaker and crumbles.

Greens, Blues, & Browns

I didn’t know what it felt like
To get lost in a forest
Until my eyes met yours

And then I learned how strong the pull of the tide was
As I found buried treasure
Drowning deep in your ocean eyes

And then I saw your eyes,
An intricate blend of honey and chestnut.
They reflected the stars, mapped out the galaxy
And gave a whole new meaning to the word, gold.

Each color, so unique
So hypnotic in its own way
Capable of pulling me in…

Catch & Release

It’s no surprise, I took the bait
Grabbed on and let you pull me in
Even though I know how this all goes.

In I go, as you reel me in, drawing me closer and closer.

I hoped we’d make it this time,
But you just catch and release.
Like you always do.

You drop me back into the sea just before I’m about to surface,
Leaving me treading around, awaiting your next baited line.

I should know better, I should be smarter after all this time.

But I’ll still wait for the hook to drop back down into the water,
So I can latch on tightly once again.

Even though I know you’ll just release me once more.