Analysis of Cut my Stems --,-'@

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My garden is overgrown but thriving
From the fence, watching them slowly dying
What keeps them alive is beyond me
But I involuntarily refuse to find the key to save them

It's a tease
Only because my hope is stubborn to secede
Everytime anew flourishes,
My head is drowned out by my own joyous chorus

Then an inevitable decrescendo leading to my dismay
A bit foolish, I'd say, for it's my own fault
A non-existent fear
Headlights to a deer

Pain with no infliction
Possible relations stay unprecedented
No confrontations will be made
Just to stay protected

It's difficult to accept a lack of reciprocation
The feeling of being an outlier
Sometimes it's just a game of patience
Sometimes you'll feel like you're looking right at it

Just need to untie the knot in my throat
Cut the wilting flower off my stem
Leave it momentarily remote
Nurture the hard rock to bestowed fluorescent gems
Then be gifted, maybe

Speaking of, I need to tend to my garden
It's been neglected for too long.
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