i quit
your slow seduction
your eyes of crystal sorrow
for the matter of my heart
so fragile upon your rise to power
has seen nothing but the dark
trotting
down the solemn path
past the sign that leads to you
but i'll break instead for misery
of how you have forgotten me
and although your return is bitter
your sweetness still lingers here
but i see through the grim, cold stare
you are not the one to quench the fire
heavy upon my savage chest
unable to sew, are you
the pieces back together
you offered a hand
but before i could give back into you
i fled
away from your fields of green
and sunlit parody
back to my forest
protected by the shade
sealing the wounds of you
with molded leaves
awaiting my truth