a willow tree,
unlike anything i'd ever seen before.
there were fairies in the branches,
and they would rest in the
nooks and crannies
on little beds of
leaves and flower petals.
the mountains behind my house were
sleeping giants,
their forests were riddled with
elves and spirits of the wood.
there is nothing more i need
than the sunflowers fields
and a story from the sleepy willow.

You love her.
And that’s fine,
really,
I’m happy for you.

But don’t you find it odd
that you talk about her
constantly,
But she never says anything about you.

Don’t you find it strange
her name drips from your mouth
but she doesn’t talk about your
Smile and laughter
Like you talk about hers.

You have fallen head over heals
For a girl that hasn’t even stopped for you.
That isn’t a relationship.

You deserve love.
But you can do better than her.

you wrote that in the back
of my too full journal.

i read it every day
and sob.

i still miss her.
on days where i blink
and behind closed lids,
i see everything
we never were
and all
we'll never be.

I am standing at the edge of a cliff
ready to leap.
but I do not know whether I will
fly
or
f
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