This battle we fight relentlessly—
has always been about you wanting to be the savior,
and about me, wishing to have control over myself.

Till when, do you think, you need to supply the oxygen
for me to breathe,
when time has proven, again and again,
that I am a trunk strong enough
to support both of us
when the rain pours, and
you hit rock bottom?

I stand deeply rooted, unwavering—yet find my will bound by vines of your self-perceived benevolence.
How can I truly love you,
when your love does not allow me to flourish,
leaving my leaves to wilt in the shadow of your care?

Bae,
Differences are to be cherished.
Break the chain, and let me bloom.
When you see my flower,
you'll see wonder.
And I'll embrace you, whole and tender.

Let me be careless;
let yourself be free.
It may not be cushy, but
let us learn our lessons,
the way we should be.

Let's embrace uncertainty, branched and entwined.
You be you, me be me.
In our shared garden, at long last.
Let's just—
Let's just have a blast.