| *gentle and strong* |
| there is a flower growing in my heart with a dark and spiraling stem it twists and curves, dividing my love with a crooked path of green yet at the exact same instant the tightly wrapped vine cannot help but bind them forever more its scent is toxic and strangles my throat and the thorns prick at my muscles but its blossoms have ripened red red red and there is no killing that flower until it is good and ready to die |