Why does it have to come to this for you to see that your actions have consequences?
Why couldn't you just leave me alone but no you continue to pursue me.
A hunter.
A lover. A best friend.
To asking strangers.. "what's your favorite color?"
It's green by the way.
Like forest trees I get lost in running from what you come to believe is love.
Like the trunks, you could not know if I am hollow
Until you knock with the words
"i love you"
and in an instant you find out I am full of years repeating themselves.
A vicious cycle I cannot escape because it is within me.
For if you were to carve the insides out, I will be hollow.
Chipping away. Skin cracking. Crumbling.
Nothing left but a pile of rubbish used for someone else's fire.
