You

You're like a brown, dry plant
that I can't seem to let go of
you've grown on me
like a runner, like a morning glory
you've grown on me
not green, not fresh
but I'm tied to you somehow

you are steady

like a foot
that smells a little bad
but helps me walk
you help me

like muscles that aren't quite flexed
but still present
still strong

I love you
I hate you.