Inanimate

He stands as proud as
the trophy in its case
beautiful and useless

She sits as small as
the crumpled pillow
pushed behind the couch cushions
forgotten and smothered

He loves her as deeply as
a plant loves water
she pours into him
drying herself up in his parched soil
devourer and devoured

Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Here is a very short freeform poem that I wrote. Hope you enjoy. (I will admit that it is based on a man that I know who fits this description perfectly.)