You were a mighty oak
Towering above all others
Providing protection in your strong branches for those who could not protect themselves.

But then you began to rot,
Due to neither age nor infestation

Something took hold of you and began to work against you from the inside,
A place where you could not fight back.

You weakened.
Slowly to those not safe in your branches, for they did not truely see from fields away.
But for us you protected, it happened all too quickly.

Your branches could no longer support us
And we were too weak to support you.
Too young to carry your burdens;
Too inexperienced to know
What happens to oaks who begin to rot

But then we had no choice but to know
To see the damage which weathered you branches as you tried to keep supporting us
To see the strain on you.

Too much strain.
Your branches could not take it.
And as most things in this life do when their burdens are too much to bare:

They broke.

And we broke with them.

I am crushed under the weight of this crush.
I am crushed under the feelings of endless yearning
Of wanting to be more than we are;
Of wanting to be the one who holds you when you are sad,
and the one you hold when lonely;
Of wanting to kiss you under the stars
Of wanting to talk to you when there is no one else to talk to;
Of wanting to hold your hand as we stroll down the street;
Of wanting US to finally happen

I've fallen
And i don't know if its in love;
I love your laugh and the way you never half smile
I love the way you grin with all your teeth and both dimpled cheeks
I love the way you care about me,
even though it hurts you.
Ive fallen
And its definitely for you,
but i don't know if you can catch me
before i get hurt.