Her Garden

He tasted her, and realised he had been starving.

All those nights he laid down with other females trying to fill the void he himself had created.

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, thought the man who was too preoccupied looking over the fence he had neglected to take care of his own garden.

Fixated with those emerald eyes he forgot how bright her brown ones shone in the midst of his smile she admired so dearly.

She watched as he snuck through the fence in the evening but greeted him with loyalty as he returned to lay his head in her bed, every night it was cold

The fire that had burnt in her heart had burnt cold.

The grass is only greener if you neglect to water your own.

The tallest trees do not always provide the best shade.

The trees with the prettiest flowers do not always bear the sweetest fruit.

The seed will only grow if you water it.

How can you look at something you tarnished with disgust, how do you turn a blind eye to the destruction you created.

When the flame of your flings have burnt out and you’re looking back over what once was your fence.

What do you see?

You filled yourself up with fruit of other trees and gained temporary satisfaction. But was it all worth it?

He tasted her again, for the first time in a long time and realised he had been starving.