ive been so used to feeding poison

to the plants ive wanted to grow

watching the buds thrive for days and months

flowering into everything ive ever wanted

bound to die

paying with the price of shallow attraction

i thought it would be the same

so i lived with out for a while

but to be honest at the moment im falling

in what ever may it be called

infatuation adoration love

but its feeding me

with what ever

i want to scream at the

top of my lungs

standing bare feeling beautiful

uncaring for the goals

i want to press my lips against yours

see if i can taste the flavor of your words

the simplicty of everything

and im content

and im insane

and for some reason

this time let it grow

little shop of horrors

be violent

be cruel

be kind

be be be

be this with me ?

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