Branches stretching out
reaching into the sky,
beside a carpet of dead leaves
stands a crooked trunk

like arms seeking forgiveness
bending over to the ground,
not even a dead crow dares
to perch atop this soulless husk

flowers surround the view
unmindful and innocent,
a painters palette, a bed
of sweet scented allure

it defies nature for this
beauty, this magnificence-
to exist blissfully alongside
all these colourful hues

after a series of
endless sunken eyes
and thousand slumped nights,
I saw her-

the cause of my pain,
who gave up on me
whom I loved with all my heart,
But had still betrayed me

our eyes lock for a second
and my face loses composure

I saw in her hope
As I always used to see,
Buried beneath all
the trifles she went through

Hope, of having a chance
To make amends,
Make some plans
To ease an old friend

I did not know
what to expect
It had not been this
But now its too late

what she saw was not
the man that loved her,
but a spiteful gaze full
of hate and malice

A sight of a wounded animal
Hunting the predator
With bloodshot eyes
And a hunger for flesh

And for a moment, she cried
In a way no one saw but me

I should have known
Her past actions were not
Done with reason
But due to circumstance

But I have forgotten
lost myself in my pain
How could I have hurt,
have I turned myself a villain