Venus Flytrap

Every little word, It used to attract me like honeysuckle in a mid-summers bloom. The nectar that dripped from the flower smelt sweet, the beautiful yellow pollen that left a trace on everything it touched. Every. Little. Word. As the seasons changed, I got used to you finding a new place to bloom and leave your mark there, I'm fine sharing I think you're too beautiful not to share. I always knew where to find you, near the smell of honeysuckle and sweet nectar. After a while I found a new flower, one that caught my eye. You didn't like that very much. Your sweet scent captivated me, drawing me in closer. I land closer to you only to realize you're no longer the sweet Honeysuckle I once knew. Your mouth closes keeping me near, you were so scared of losing me you drew me in with your sweet scent that now felt like poison beneath my skin, your nectar is no longer sweet but rather bitter as it swallows me. Your once yellow pollen turns to ash, no longer leaving that beautiful yellow trail, but a trail of the remains of what you've stolen from me,