I drew you a portrait of my heart
I put it in your back pocket without you knowing
one night you found it while you cried yourself to sleep
you didn't know what to do with it so you framed it but that didn't work
you tried singing to it but that didn't work
you put that heart on a cutting board
the knife of your love cut it into small bite size pieces
you seasoned it with fresh ground angst
then swallowed it whole
my love tasted like strawberries
my seeds grew gardens in your stomach
the wild flowers grew rapidly
pushing themselves out your mouth
covering you in the dark purple flowers
you dug yourself into the earth
with our seeds we grew a tree taller than any tree in the forest
we swayed soundly against the breeze
our leaves kissed clouds
birds sat upon our tree branches
singing songs like angels
pecking their notes across our bark
our limbs grew fruit and they fell to the floor
their seeds planted themselves into the earth and grew into twigs
we caught the spiders that tried to build their webs upon them
until the love birds carried them away
then we let our rings twist into our core
a man with black silk robes came to the forest
he cut us down with his icy cold fingers
dragged us through the fields of sorrow
tossed us in a wood chipper
then grounded us into paper
that paper was sold to a mother
that mother gave that paper to her son
the son met a girl with the most prettiest name
they walked through forests that they didn't understand
picking the purple flowers that grew there
he wanted to show her how much he cared about her
so he drew her a picture of his heart