a squirrel came and ran up to my tree he cooled off in my calming shade he stayed for just a bit of time and then away he strayed
after months he finally came back and talked about another tree, now hollow and dark the squirrel said he wanted a tree to love him back, saying this as he rested on my loving bark
even if his winds knocked over my boat i would still continue to float because even though his waves were meant to drown my love kept me up and wouldn't go down
i built a flimsy structure to protect me from the storm and when all his winds came it all came back torn
i walked on coals to make it to him through tsunamis and floods i had to swim
he fed me poison to make the solution but left before coming up with the resolution
he cried, he lied, to protect my name from grime he cared, he scared, but there was another boy at the time.
but in my heart, i still hear his name and those heartbeats are the best but since i was a player in his losing game i rip my heart out of my chest
he says he gave him everything without anything left for me i gave him all my advice and he still didn't listen to me
he went through all the things i did when he left me but he never even realized he couldn't even see
but yet still in the moonlight i call his name but he's calling another's and it will never be the same
this is my 107th poem, written on 6/24/24. ugh I hate him so much