Left for dead without you

I used to think my love for you was like a flower;

constantly growing,

being fed by your light shining on me,

the roots going deeper and deeper

until you're rooted in my soul-

stuck there inside of me forever.

Turns out,

my love for you is more like a weed.

It's not beautiful anymore;

sometimes it seems like it is,

but then it turns grey again,

and when I pick it,

try to get rid of it,

it keeps returning.

My love for you never goes away;

the roots are too deep to ever leave me

without taking too much of my soil,

and leaving me for dead.