I honestly don't know

Know What?

I don't know if people learn from dying

But if you die, then you can't think; you're brain dead

That's common wisdom

Of course! Your brain has rotted

 

When I thought of her

My brain rotted like leaves

Dancing to the ground in Autumn

Autumn came with the steady foot

Tapping away the time

The time built a stupid fantasy

In the sultry days of summer

Where with every drop of sweat

I dreamt more and more

Of cool autumn and fridged winter

Hoping one day my Spring would come

 

But Spring does not bring back

The leaf that decays in soil

So somtimes I wish

That I could be like the waxy needles

Of pines, firs, and hemlocks

And remain green always guarding against winter

However, from dying

With the stinking rot

New leaves bud on the trees

 

She made me rot

She made me bud