Your fingertips planted trees on me.
You left a forrest
full of life.
But with no rain
there was no healthy leafs.
So the forrest crumbled.
And I cut the tress down
for I did not wish
to have a memory of you
on my body.
Yet, roots of the forrest
remained deep beneath my skin.
And I will now forever,
if I wish or not,
have memories of your fingerprints.

The Forrest which I live in
which I live with
which I lay with at night. Holds me tight
and comforts me when I scream at night
When the day is early and quite bright
all my insecurities and anxieties, shine extremely bright.
Yet still,
there is a love over me.
the nature of this beast will love even least of me
I've found a nature
a Forrest
Just for me
a niche
a place where my littlest movements are very me.
and yours are you.
far from existence is where I will be while the rest of the world spins from sanity
ill be here in the trees
with my forrest kitty