I wonder what is wrong as I have all along is it me, or was it her?
The desire piles up higher as the needs grow like weeds is this fertile union an onion or a snake?
If it is an onion then I peel away the layers with each fight or run-in and the fresh smell feeds my weary tears again and again.
If it is a snake then it slips through the weeds shedding skin which stays behind that’s why these snakes are so hard to find.
I just wish it weren’t so hard to tell the onion from the snake when the evidence is as thin as yesterday’s dried-up skin.