You said I swear I swear you said
each word I spoke was your vow too
I gave you mine you took the same
until death do us part apart
Like perfect roots in fertile black
store bought in bags stuffed full of promise
tall and green sprouts from expensive
It was best to keep things artificial
I know a thing or two like that
two paned glass to cull the weather
a plastic pot next to the window
A little sun neglect and water
I swore you said
afterwards our words came true
We damned them deep down in the dirt
to drink the mud and up they grew
a rigid pair of bark brown stalks
from our own tongues two stories up
where beauty lies in perfect orbs
like greens and browns hide shades of blue
like all that blooms outside the glass
for perfect is as perfect does
But all green is brown behind closed doors
Perhaps Spring was always Autumn here
Parting flower turning leaves
You never mentioned yellow, Love.
Gold trophy winner
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Adding your comment:
Such shimmering melancholy, Scribe. But yes, I understand. I will never tell someone "I know how you feel", though, since no one ever does. 
Very creative and unique 
and punctuation/lack of is key
