Shall I compare thee to a forest,
Not the artificial ones in the middle of Suburbia Americana
But the real ones, the ones in Brazil, the patches untouched by humanity

Shall I compare thee to the forest?

You gave me a home when I was homeless, my love, you breathe and give me life and I am flattered by your modesty
You have always posed a danger to me, my love, my forest

But I'll take your wet, rainy days and your scorching heat,
If I can have your humid days, your star-filled nights and the days where everything smells nice

My love, I'll take your wolves and bears, if I can be given the honor of laying next to your rabbits in the spring

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Today you are no longer a forest.

A crew came in, my love, I couldn't do anything about it, it was winter and your soft breaths were keeping me so warm, even though I wasn't cold to begin with

They cut down your trunks, my darling, they tore you apart until you could no longer breathe

They took you away from me, they tore us apart, my love what was I supposed to do?

All of your wolves and bears and rabbits are dead, buried, and gone

I hear you have a new purpose in life, my once beloved, I heard they use you to make paper, I heard you're happy

You always wanted to be famous.

I thank you for being present and I thank you for trying to make me happy

I thank you for your hypocrisy; I learned to spot it out

My love, I've only written about you when I feel sad but today will be different

For even though you left me, something of you stayed

I still have your memories

And that cannot be replaced.

So when you speak ill of me to your new circle of friends, I'll speak of you in terms of the past

For no matter how many phillipics you make of me, you still kissed me on the lips

And that cannot be changed.

You have become nothing but a set of electrical signals whirling around my brain (how fun it sounds to be so worry free)

Jumping synapse to synapse as you make your way into my head, once in a while, one in a blue moon, perhaps

You are no longer real you are no longer there and I cannot begin to fathom how this came to be

I no longer utter your name from my lips for it was too familiar to me and it sure as hell hurt to hear myself say your name

And not hear you say mine.

For I am longer a part of your senses and you are no longer a part of mine

And I only think of you when I cannot fall asleep

And this is where I tell myself to stop being a ******* liar because I dream about you all the time

I no longer need my limbs to reach out to you and quite frankly I don't want them anymore; they're always getting me into trouble

For you, the optimist, the portrayal of all that is good in mankind and the epitome of its failures have become the source of my recurring pessimisms

I do not understand why I keep pouring water into my ears in an attempt to drown you out

Only to realize, that it wasn't my ears I was drowning anymore.

I want(ed) people to stop talking to me

So that I c(ould)an think profoundly of you

I want(ed) to go home so that I c(ould)an lay in bed and think of you

I th(ought)ink about you every chance I g(ot)et, my love I d(idn't)on't want you to know this because I know that you don't

Love is(was) thinking about you even when you weren't around

My love, I analyze(ed) every moment that we've spent together from that first time you held my hand to the last I heard of your soft breaths on the phone on a Monday when you left me.

Good morning all my friends have retired

Hello I am running out of things to do to forget that they have all made better plans and that I am not to be included

Good day to you to, zzz I am falling asleep sir

I am feeling my mind deteriorate from a lack of sufficient socialization
Zzzz I am falling asleep again because I don't want to think about it
Zzzzz I keep dreaming about you dearie why'd you go again

I am running out of things to distract myself with; who cares about diction when you don't have any body to spill out beautiful words to

My love, I'm getting close to substance abuse

My love, I'm afraid of trying it I am afraid of artificially feeling like I did before

I am still confused; you are not; I am missing out on something

One who wears a seatbelt
Cannot claim to be unafraid of death

I gave her the ocean, I gave her the sea

What I thought was beauty, destroyed me

I took back the ocean, I took back the sea

But in the end, it was nothing to me

For she was my ocean, she was my sea

What I thought was beauty, became me.