The Jungle in my Lungs

The day I met you,

You planted a flower in my lungs.

Every kiss, every caress, every word,

Watered that lonely patch into a garden.

The day you said you loved me,

That garden flourished into a jungle.

The vines cover and squeeze my lungs

And the roots of the flowers have woven themselves through my rib cage.

And even though they are beautiful,

I can't fucking breathe.