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the ivy is envious
it’s growing well.
it takes up space,
growing on all the weathered
cobblestone, infusing itself
directly into the
cornerstone of our bridge.
it misses you, I think.
I know I do.
I’ve been lonely
but the ivy keeps me company,
on these perpetually solemn days
as we await your return.
she is smiling.
she misses you.
I am glad.
it is nice without you–
don’t return.
I will slowly choke you
with an overflow of “love”
if you choose to come back
because she is mine now
and you chose your
path
I wish I could choose yours
I wish I had that freedom
of choice
it must be so liberating
so don’t even begin
to taunt me with your
return because
strangling, entanglement,
a slow and encroaching death
will be in your future.
There’s rusting in the bushes
but is it the wind, freckling my isolation
with a brief noise?
or could it be a reprieve?
would you be so kind
to slip back into my life?
or at the very least,
the ivy seems to miss you.
I don’t miss you.
stay away.
no one shall enter;
I will thread myself across the gate
and lock it from
the inside–
no one can get in,
no one can get out.
she will remain alone
and you will never reenter.
and maybe, one day,
I will grow past the gate
and choose
between something, anything–
perhaps finding a life
that could be comparable to yours
but please don’t
don’t return
don’t return
don’t – it is too painful
to see someone with a life
so wonderful
thrown away for a girl
although the girl is quite beautiful
but we match –
you do not –
outsider.
we are green;
her eyes examine me closely and
they are piercing, stunningly gorgeous
an emerald, they could be camouflaged with me
yours are dark.
they are greedy but never appreciative.
a dark color – perhaps brown?
you came back for me
and you smell of lavender and home
I want to leave with you
but exhaustion fatigues you
and we agree to lie down
for a meditative rest
so we fall into each other
but remain on the surface
it’s you.
you’re close enough, I am strong enough.
it will happen;
I warned you.
Perhaps if all goes well
I can take your life
and take it over, too.
so my arm stretches out
and wraps around you like a scarf
and I exhale a scent of morphine
onto your nose
to keep you sedated
so you feel no pain
she’d like that
but you would be in pain
the scarf tightens and
I wrap you up tighter
the world is too cold for you
you’d never survive
and seemingly, you don’t
but before you slipped away,
I saw your eyes,
up close but impersonal,
and the serenity of blue
was almost enough
to evoke forgiveness;
but not everyone has to be
forgiven.
please accept my gratitude
for your life
in its place.
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i had an essay prompt the other day to write about the effects of envy, and for some reason, my first thought was ivy. it didn't make a great essay example, but it's made a lovely poem.