To your cement cells
she gave the chance to breath
or else, without leaning on you
the ivy was still an ivy
...
Missing you alone
pulls my being from its roots
carries me away
without a doubt
...
I used to coexist
with two lunatic in my chest
One bangs head against its walls
The other
...
The Ivy
To your cement cells
she gave the chance to breath
or else, without leaning on you
the ivy was still an ivy
twisted around herself