The place I came from,
Sprouted from the seed of loved ones.
A sapling breaking the surface of the forest floor.
Growing strong, fast, and with vibrant colors.
Weather scared, but not stunned in growth.
Happiness shines and gives strength.
Roots adjust,
making way to another of his likeness.
Their branches reach out, almost beckoning.
Foliage ruffles,
the trees extenuate their feelings, at a cost.
Though they age the don't mature.
Branches ensnaring one another,
Pushing to stay connected,
in tune.
Cracking.
Breaking.
Nothing.
Branches laying on the forest floor,
No longer consumed by each other.
Maturity develops,
And suddenly I'm not so lonely.

These feelings that I get.
Why do I seem so much more content when I'm alone?
Do I just talk out of obligation?
Would I rather have no friends?
Lying on the bathroom floor with empty bottles.
Then you step into my life.
Obstructing everything I believed myself to be.
Joy fills me taking fuel from the conversation.
No longer does it feel like someone is compressing my sternum to form false words.
A thirst for commitment and responsibility fills me.
No longer consumed by the darkness.
Instead clairvoyance emerges.
As if i accumulated a 6th sense previously engulfed by the darkness.
Please stay.