The Last Five Years

Me:
I am a dying
seed I wish I could be
a plant patience says
no to ignorance nothing is
worse than inherited
doubt you promised you wouldn't
drown us again.

You:
Inhale oxygen eject
water accept that I love you want
you if you don't obey I will not
understand your suffocate at the space between
your world and mine.

Me:
Riddles and silence riddles
and silence don't merit it's your game pick
a door quote a book help the poor my smiles
are scars on your back if you wanted
to be with me just be with me I never said
I didn't believe you.