Many times I don't know why
I feel like crying
But I know
That I would be lying
If I were to give
All the blame to words unspoken
Because reason says
That there will always be
Thoughts
Ideas
That never make it to you
And this I suppose
Is what is heartbreaking
Everyday that goes by
Time keeps flying
Infront of my eyes
Taunting me
Telling me that seconds
Fly by
Without you
So I sit here
Pen in hand
Writing the words
That I cannot say
So that one day
You will see everything

As I walk along
The path of weeping willows
For one last time.
I break my vow,
And hope
For the first time
That I will be attacked
By the poisonous drops
That slide down from their branches.
The drops that I have avoided for years,
Because if they touch me
I will burn slowly
Falling where I stand.

I hope and hope and hope again
That they will attack me.
For if they do
I will stay here forever,
And this love
That I have come to know
Has brought me to a point
Where being here
Void of life
Is better than living
And leaving.

However,
It is not as simple
As being tapped
By a few drops.
For you see,
I would have to be drenched
In their poison.
And while I have come close before,
This time
I was barely sprinkled upon.
There was not even enough discomfort
To equal the agony
I will feel when I leave.
It seemed
As if the willows
Heard my wish,
And decided
To leave me with more pain
Than their poison
Could ever give me.