Noun: Barely Blooming
"There were moments i wanted to be swallowed whole by you,
only to come out for food or water.
There were moments where I couldn’t breathe with you,
for the closeness was to tight to bear.
I felt as though an opening or a tearing
(for better or for worse)
was ingraining you into my soul.
That kind of growth doesn’t only happen in the brain and the heart,
It happens in each strand of my being, fibers stretching to open that can’t be snapped back into place.
Then the opening stopped abrupt,
stopped barely at bloom.
I wonder now if I can open further
I wonder how many little tears I can endure?
No one could have said it better.