The Tree Of Thorns

Weeping Willow #10 -April 6, 2019

They're really gone.

Sure they still talk to you,

But it feels like they're hiding something.

Like they no longer care about you.

Karma's a bitch, isn't it?

Everywhere you look, you see the wolf.

Her brown eyes that brought sunshine.

Her handsome smile that was so contagious.

She still wants to be friends.

But she's gone.

You feel the thorns strangle your flesh.

You feel your heart shatter.

You feel yourself suffocating on those wretched flowers.

You can't breathe.

You can't eat.

You can't sleep.

You can't feel.

You cry with no meaning.

You scream with no pitch.

You tear things apart without wanting to.

No matter what you do

Your thoughts are brought back to her.

To every single thing about her.

What you had

And what you could have had

If you weren't such a bitch.

You scared her away.

The tree screams in your brain over and over.

She gave no reasoning.

She didn't talk it out.

She just told you that you were over.

You asked why.

She just gave you a vague and bland answer.

Like she didn't care.

Maybe she never cared.

Maybe this was all some lovely hoax.

Well it's over now.

You sit in your meadow and weep.

People ask what's wrong and you say the same thing

Over and over:

I don't want to talk about it.

You were always scared of losing her.

That's why you didn't press her for a proper explanation.

Because you were scared of fully losing her.

Not that it matters now.

She's as happy as she can be.

Like you were just a burden.

The hummingbirds him louder and louder.

You use their time to block out the pain.

Block out the memories.

Block out the lies.

Until you can't even function

Without their sweet melody.

You curl up in the tree and weep for what seems like forever.

Nobody bothers you.

Good, let it stay that way.

You wish you could just disappear,

And no one would even care.

I doubt they'll even wonder if you're gone.