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
