Salt And Ink

Ivy

I'm just another coin in your wallet

Another blurry inkblot

I'm just another lash stuck to the eye

Another leaf set to rot.

I'm just another cloud travelling the sky

Another drop in the sea,

I'm just a number, shrivelled up in his

Cocoon of misery.

And you stung like a swarm of bees

Left impregnable traces

And reduced me from a poetic verse

ToASentenceWithoutSpaces.

You're not me you say, and neither am I

A bit of what I used to be;

I'm just another moth destined to die

I'm ripped, I'm torn, I'm me.

You try to keep me tethered to you

Try to keep my breaths a-going

Make me do all the things you do

Show me all the things worth showing;

Knowing that I'll go along with you

For the sake of our dried-up love

And follow you, panting, dripping spit

Goaded by your stinging shove.

But know this path of naked shame

Has let us drift apart

And no amount of plastic love

Can mend my broken heart.

And though my head shall droop one day

And death shall numb the pain

Though the doors and windows will be boarded up-

The ivy shall remain.