I told you I wanted to be buried in a meadow. Drowned by wild flowers and the breeze. I told you that I wanted to know why birds sang and why the ocean never stopped kissing the shore. I told you that I wanted someone to love me the way a baby loves their mother, cradled in her arms fast asleep. I don't think you ever got what I was talking about. How you didn't understand that I was the broken one. My thoughts are as loud as the leafs being crushed underneath my feet in the autumn, and they are as quiet as the snow that swallows my lawn whole. My mind is a forest fire. Everything in it's path is destroyed, and there aren't any survivors. I told you that someone like me isn't worth caring for. That you might as well run while you still can. I don't think you heard me clearly because you told me that now that I'm in your life, you can't stand the thought of losing me.