It came to me like snails come to gardens:

ready to consume

I could have written it,

That fated love

An infatuation ready to watch my world crumble

Yet I told it to move forward, for it was fate,

Encouraging a painful spiral

that I knew was also destiny

Who could say “No” to the drug that is

love?

The strongest hearts in the world perhaps,

Not mine

My heart collapsed like the trees in the Amazon

Dried up like an delusional oasis

My heart was soft and so open

it was asking to be consumed

An unavoidable spiral.