your heart was an enchanted forest where you hid from
all the pain you've been through, where you kept yourself
sheltered from everything that might have hurt you

your mind was the wooden cabin you decided to live in,
out of sight from everyone, living in your own dreams
and forgetting about everything you've once wanted

and the blood that flowed through your veins
was the water you decided to drink from when all
was lost, when nobody could find you because they
all knew that deep inside the forest nobody survives

and you drank it all as the cabin burned down
and waited until the outgrowths of the forest were cut down

i often wake up around 3 am
for absolutely no reason and
i start to think about everything
that has happened in my life

and so it goes on for weeks
until i realise that you don't
think as much about me as
i think about you when you
can't sleep at night

there were missing some stars
in the sky last night and then
i found them in your eyes this
morning after you woke up

i write poems about you
about your soul, the way
the sun reflects into your
hazel eyes and about how
pleasant the view of you is

you planted seeds in my heart
when your strawberry-coloured lips
whispered “i love you” and you let
them grow out into beautiful roses