A crush

My soul has been closed and hardened

by the weariness of the world so that

no one is allowed in.

Grass has grown through the cracks

of my cement heart and

I have never encountered someone who

knows how to make flowers grow.

And then I see you.

You are not a fan of poetry or art,

but you know how to make me want to create. 

Flowers use a process called photosynthesis

to absorb nutrients the world has to offer,

and for the longest time I had only the water and the oxygem.

It wasn't until you smiled at me that I relaized,

I was missing the sunshine.

This poem is about: 
Me

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