Maybe if you weren't so ******* flirtatious and romantic,
If your smile couldn't make me go all gooey inside,
If you didn't look forward to seeing me,
and whisper secrets only meant for me in the dark of the night,
or if those jokes didn't make me laugh so hard that tears would spring up and my stomach would hurt and I thought I couldn't take it anymore,
maybe then I could forget you and leave you behind.

Looking at apples, my mouth of juice
longing to taste one delicious bite
I stand under this tree
for days

I climbed many a splintered fence
saw you from a great distance
sturdy branches, your arms
leafy crown of thorns
and charms

In trees where ravens fly
from blackest skies
to shelter storms
days of clouds
and cruel raining winds
where even strongest branches falter

If you were a spring without flowers,
probably that all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
possibly all my trees would be already fallen,
and if you were a sky without its sun,
certainly no other tree could
germinate to grow from seed.
And I could not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be still existent.
But you were my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to love you while
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells...

The ticking of the clock is
in time
with the pattering of the rain
on the balcony outside.
I'm staring at the cold,
insensitive
but elegant, perfectly shaped
drops harshly hit the ground.
From my window,
I am divorced from the cold,
sitting on my bed under the sheets,
but almost wishing that
I was outside
where the rain could bury me
and wrap it's
inviting arms around me
and let me drown.

I am a stone.
I am the mountains stone.
With your strength,
You pick at me,
until I become to weak.
Until I can't take no more.
Losing my grip, slowly I separate,
With each hit.
Until finally, I fall,
Plumething down.
Rolling, bouncing around,
This ragged mountains terrain.
Bouncing off rocks,
Crashing to trees,
A never ending journey,
This seems to be.
Finally I land in to the rivers bed.
separated from my old,
I'll make this, my new home.
Submerged in water,
Trapped in a corner -alone
Camouflaged.
you'll never see me again,
Moss covered, green
Blending in, society.
Watching your every move.
Protecting all who you bruise.
Thinking I'm not there.
yet I live in your lungs,
For I am now your air.
I will decide,  when to leave you.
For all you have done in these woods.
Once you've realized to late,
You have killed all that's good.

I've been out here so long
Under stars that lost there shine
 I'm going crazy
 as kids with pistols shout hands up and another modest man loses his sense of safety