We were lovers before we were friends. You wanted to build a nest in my tree before bothering to climb it or learning me to see whether or not my branches could hold your home filled with things upon things. You wanted big things nice things shiny and expensive things. You didn't want to decorate me, you wanted to use me like a coat rack to hold your winter coat over summer. You never asked if I liked things. You assumed that there are things I like and things that I don't like but it isn't things that I want - it's people and feelings and moments. It's everything that can't be bought that brings me joy. But you, you were so sure that if you filled my mouth with money it would mute the sound of my discontent. But it only made me creak louder. And when you tried to keep my hands busy with the job of holding the things you bought for me, you thought it would stop me from pushing you away when you whispered at night that you loved me, and now it was my turn to say thank you by doing things written in fine print at the bottom of your receipts. But you can't pay me to stand tall, to hold your things high off the ground when the flood waters rise. You can't place your coins in a slot to make a tree bend to your wind or let you tether off your boat to weather a storm beneath her limbs. You slipped me so many tips, but I don't have a price. We were lovers before we were friends, and we were strangers long before we said goodbye.
its okay if you dont love me, im fine from the side, only as your friend, deep in the depths of skinny love. i know im upset, and i know you want me happy, but ****, what would i give for even demons to be real, so i could purchase your love with mine.