The Greenhouse

Lovers made you into cotton candy clouds and strawberry sunsets. Craving indulgence in the sinful syrup that drips from your thighs but do they know that the nectar they dream of is the venom that’s polluted the minds of adulterine lovers?

You lure them away with promises of juicy twilight and honeysuckle haze.

You laugh for the encore as they fall to their knees, begging for devotion. This is what you want to be, flower? No, sweet flower, that's not you, and people like him saw that. He saw that underneath the compulsive lies was a prize.

He saw that beneath your ruin was Eden, and greed could not consume him the way it consumed the rest. He did not beg for you... he studied you. He watched the way you thrived and built you a greenhouse to keep you alive, Flower.

Who’s gone the distance to love you so dearly? Was it the woman who suffocated you? Or was it the man that lied to you? It must've been the woman who broke you.

But wait

It wasn’t

Abandon them, flower, for each of them carries their own poison, each bringing you closer to a lonelier death than the last.

Live in the greenhouse, sweet flower, for here you are transcendent.