would anyone like to volunteer to stuff me with leaves until fall colors pour out of my eyes?
stuff me until you suffocate all of my insides,
put me in a room filled with tree bark and suicide,
pop pills in my mouth and watch me turn into a maple,
i'll open up my legs if you promise not to bloom
because i am already rooted around you.
lights dance around your collar bone
you are looking through me
i see nothing
i see everything
i see a sad goodbye
i ask you to water me so my roots can grow stronger
but you fill me with whiskey, get me more than tipsy
i know it's cliche, but i'm love drunk on you, baby
stumbling and stuttering and hoping that even after this tree dies
after every vein in every leaf has been bled out...
you'll still remember me fondly

DIE

You silently dropped me this word when you *left

I need you to read the braille
of my body
and tell me
what it means to you.

Because the story
I'm trying to write
is just coming out
as perfect
straight
lines,
and how can there be a purpose to that?

excuse me while I write
another poem
one that I know
you will never read
but hopefully
you can understand
the pain you're giving
to me