Oh, I wish we never met
If we wouldn't be more
I wish you might've said now what you said before

I can't take this grief
I'm a solemn, sickly leaf
Please come now fall
And rest me of the floor

Brittle, flattened
Swamped, fractured, maddened
Simple little pattern that you no longer adore

Were I a wishing tree
I'd hope you'd love me then
Strip me of who I am and then rest on my stump
I want you to want me


© TobiasWilliams