Tall, muscular, and handsome with a killer smile on top made girls fall at your feet in hopes you’d pick them up.
Only for them to be trampled shortly after by your sure powerful steps as you trudged through the forest of fawning females.
You were a hunter and the women falling for your smiles were mere trees in the woods of life.
Meaningless and in the way unless needed for cover.
You were a hunter that had stolen cupids bow and arrows in hope of finding true love.
I was your intended prey, something cute and fuzzy like a rabbit.
The first time we talked without a group surrounding us you told me I was too sweet of a girl to be with, “That ******”, and I deserved better.
I still laugh a little every time I think of how, “That ******” still considers you a friend.
You listened to me vent about him and all my problems and our first conversation was like a breath of crisp, early morning, all-most-winter air, refreshing, shocking, and exhilarating.
You were like no one I had met and instantly I began to fall for you.
Until she came along, and stole your attention away.
You forgot about your rabbit in excitement of chasing bigger game.
You broke your rabbits heart not knowing that she was actually the biggest game of all.
I thought I was the prized game animal in your book that you wanted me and no one else..
But I was just another tree in forest, with no one around to yell timber before I fell.
And now that you’re back I’m sorry to say but a fallen tree cannot stand back up.
So tell me Mr. Hunter, If a tree falls in the forest,and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?
And more importantly if I fell again would I fall into your arms?