A fifth-grade bully, a blossoming romance, a late-night crash
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You are growing into my life like ivy,
Slow-covering my walls with your dark tangle:
I can smell the dust settle on your leaves
As you crumble my mortar and stone,
As time etches you into me.
You are hanging from my thoughts, an endless vine
Growing deep shades of green under cool winter suns,
Then flashing shiny lime-colored leaves into warmer dreams;
Insinuate your tiny fingers into my every fissure,
Grow thick and close to me, blanket my harsh facade
With your ancient mask: I will carry you.