My Lule (My Flower)

Dear Lule,

Where do I start?

Do I start with what I love about you?

The way I can smell your innocence from a mile away?

That smell was the same thing that drew me to you.

How could I not approach you?

How could I not admire and adore you?

I wanted nothing but to have you in my reach.

I wanted nothing but to pluck you and place you,

right beside me where I can see you

and feel you

and know you're not doing anything that you know I wouldn't approve of.

Instead of letting you grow,

instead of letting you bloom,

instead of feeding you with water and love,

you felt my wrath shower down on you.

You felt every word cut you.

You felt every lie wrap around you like a snake wraps around its prey.

In some ways I am the snake.

And you are the prey.

I took away your sunshine.

I took away the things hat you needed.

Vital things.

The sun no longer shined as bright for you anymore.

All you felt,

all you saw was darkness.

I cut you off from the things you needed,

because you were what I needed.

And I come first right?

My Lule,

I should've told you,

I should've warned you.

I am the weed that kills you and everything you inhabit.

I should've told you, 

I should've warned you.

Lule, I am the snake

and you are the prey.