Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Vine

Nothing about this is normal.  I'm addicted to him.  He has loved me greater from the inside than any man I've ever been involved with.  He nurtures me.  He encourages me. He indulges me.

It's like when he met me I was just sprouting.  And he watered me.  And I grew.  And somehow I grew on and around him like a vine.  He can't move and I can't untangle myself.  But he'd never rip me off because he loves me.  He's watched me grow.  And I only know the stability that I've had growing around him.  I don't really want to be untangled but I still feel the need to keep growing.  He shouldn't be bound and I shouldn't be tangled.

3 comments:

  1. One of the best metaphors I've read in a long time.

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  2. awesome. i love how you played with these words and I so feel you.

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