Once, I planted myself in a single spot in the
Earth and I told her,
"Make me happy."
She threw the wind back in my face and retorted,
"I owe you nothing."
But I had rooted myself in her apathy
And carved her beauty in my breast
Because it was the closest I could get to my heart.
I carried her inside my skin
Because this was the closest I ever came to love.
So I clung to her desperately,
Like a leaf not yet ready to give into Autumn.
She was a tree
And I was a weed beneath her branches,
Unable to reach sunlight.
But the cruelest thing had to be that
She wouldn't even smile as she killed me.