I Wish I Was Dead
I wish the leaves of the trees
would swallow my heart
the way your eyes do
For every time I look upon them
I find myself dancing
in an empty forest
made up of memories
never to have happened
I count every freckle painted
on your porcelain skin
as you sleep your worries away
I stay up
And I watch you
And I try to figure you out
But I can't
I wish I was dead
For fallen trees don't feel
And The fallen aren't scared
But the fallen are bathed in scarrs that won't heal
And then you look at me
eyes spilling a million words a second
your lips tasting as sweetly
as the stars that sing me to sleep
And I'll continue to dance
in your forest until my legs give in
for I crave your tall branches
and clear skys every time
I lay in bed
but I do not sleep
I just think
I think every flower
that blossoms in your pupils
I think of every kiss I loose myself in
And it hits me
that iv already fallen on the ground
because I'm quick to fall in love
that why I'm always on the ground
Yet I'll let your cedar arms
cradles my fears
as my naked body peacefully sinks
into the dirt that protects your roots
Eyes closing
as I become one
with your forest
But Im scared
Scared of every broken dream
you might create
Scared of every piece of me
you might just break
Scared of every bruised tear
you might not see
Scared of every bit of happiness
I know you will give me
I guess that's why
I wish I was dead
This poem is about:
Me