The Tale of Mr. Tod

You met me before the change
Stagnant
Stuck
Rotting

I was ugly on the outside.
Poison recycling my tired veins.
You looked at me with honey in your eyes,
like I was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
You tasted me with the naive eagerness of youth,
like I was sweet enough to fill your every need.

I was terrified of the me I saw reflected in honey brown eyes.
I stared at them long enough to plant my seeds.
A shock-
Connection;
Simply sowing what you reaped.
I breathe in tender berth of my belief.

Thank you for helping me survive,
I hope I get the honor of seeing you thrive.