PatientLeaf Waiving

PatientLy Waiting

Sipping on this earl grey I come to an epiphany
Were you really meant for me?
Were you meant for me or just one of those leaves on my tree I Asxylum (asylum/xylum)
Gave you a sense of a new taste of living without intervention
Faulty of me cause those doors I decided to pry em
Such a beautiful leaf with bipolar symmetry, which were your true intentions?
Veins filled with words you fed me you knew how to Phloem (/flow em)
Yet you kept your guards cause this isn't the conditions you tend to grow in
You're used to the Superficial
Cuticles stay on point despite the dire times risen, savage life has never been an issue
Taught you how to barter and in return you jacket me with feels of being boxed in..was used to freelancin'
I didn't care, thought you were transparent with process so I jumped at the idea of us being Cell companions
Open that stoma baby inhale that sour, that kush, that gas
All you know is Green be the CREAM to stay serene in your Chloroplast
But the rings on me allowed me to branch to ya apex to tell you you ain had ya chlorophyll (/fill(ed))
There's more to reflection, pigmented spectrums of life broadens ya margins during this short lived thrill
And a thrill it was until you fell off, I never anticipated for us to be over
Lies as you photosynthesized..seemed to have caught up to you, revealing your true colors
Yet you still upheld beauty in my eyes despite the lack of self control to keep me
I seen past your Disorders but the common principles we exchanged..couldn't let you feed me emotional impurity
Moods on a pendulum
Preparing for Winter to come
Depress on what made me reach for you
Cant let the misconduct direct me to be so worrisome
I should've read all the files, all the signs of which I would've hijack the keys to
Especially the medications necessary to lubricate your cerebrum
My rawness of function clouded your clarity
Didnt understand your needing of MiracleGro was an eternal verity...
Frost bitten but I got the antifreeze baby you ain get me to my lowest point
But when spring arise will you surprise me with us to yet again be conjoint?
I hate this wet dream cause I'm as realist as the grounds I pop my trunk on
You dont even know your abstract soul..got me waiting patiently for the slightest cure of toxicity withdrawn
Go ahead, call me insane
I checked in remember..I took a chance on the atmospheric pressures, the predation, the diagnostic reigns (/rains)