To have finally found each other and now be unable to be together, how truly unfortunate we are.

You've always reminded me of a forest.

Not because of your chestnut hair.

Not because of the branches of your fingers.

Not because of the roots that show on the tops of your hands.

But because of the way I can never understand you.

Sometimes, I think I do.
Sometimes I feel that I've laid my path of bread down behind me.
Sometimes I think I know the way out.
But then the birds of your being devour my pathway.

They come and they go and they leave me all alone.

Lost.

And then I'm stuck.
I don't know where I am.
All alone.

But then I remember.
I am lost in the forest of you, and you can't help, because trees can't talk, to me.

And that's the thing.
You've never really spoken to me about anything.

I remember once you told me that you wanted to cut your roots and leave.

That you weren't needed here.

That you wouldn't be remembered.

I told you that was a lie to befit Tony Abbott. You didn't believe me.

Do you believe me now?

Do you believe me when I say that your being here has planted seeds in my heart on soil I thought was barren?
Do you believe me when I say that the way you make -feel- has sprouted blossoms in the corners of my mind where the sun has never shone?
Do you believe me when I say that your absence would start the logging of my soul, cutting down what I thought was impenetrable?

You're stubborn. You're confusing. But you're solid. You don't let anything through your walls. And that's why you've always reminded me of a forest.

It took me so long to finally be okay with being alone. Then I met you and I didn't want to be alone anymore. Now you've left me and I am more alone than ever and I do not know how to cope.

I see you, you say nothing. No hi. No nothing. (I haven't seen you for what feels like a millennium.) You just stand there. Hello? I call to you. You respond. You walk away.

I hug you, you do nothing. No return. No nothing. (I haven't given you a proper hug since that Sunday where I cried like a child.) You just stand there. Hello? I call to you. You respond. You're quiet.

I touch you, you do nothing. No return. No nothing. (I haven't touched you, properly touched you, for months.) You just stand there. Hello? I call to you. You respond. You move away.

I say I love you. I say I love you, so ******* much. ( I love you.) Hello? I call to you.

You don't respond.

I know I will never see you again
And that's what hurts the most
It hurts more than when I had to leave you
It stings my heart
I would give anything to see you one last time

I think I will love you forever

Love
It's like a peaceful white dove
Attacking you and ******* emotions at you from above
It makes you go crazy and insane
And when you've been defeated and ripped to shreds,
You feel like disappearing and pulling the trigger on your brain

Year one:
An exploration,
Neither of us understand,
Who are we?
Year two:
Drifting,
Apart from each other,
Yet still in sight,
Selfishness creates distance,
We both take flight,
Where are we?
Year three:
Rediscover,
We have no one.
You, you were there,
And I stood by you,
Waiting,
Impatiently waiting,
Furiously waiting,
This won't happen again.
No, it can't.
This time, three years,
Is just too long.
What are we?