I was a great stone


I was a great stone wall once

and you were a vine.

With each passing day, we became intertwined.

you grew into me,

filled my cracks and my seams,

and I became whole, perhaps for the first time.

When you withered away with the season,

the space you filled became my weakness,

moments from crumbling 

with every "i'm fine."



this is my first post on this site, hope others enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing!

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