Your presence vanishes
to and fro, a wisp of
smoke,
gone by the wind.
So why call me greedy, when
you always leave me
wanting for more?
You listen and nod, looking normal,
but I see your eyes,
going this way and that, like
the flick of a hand.
So why call me jealous, when
you never truly understand,
because you're too busy
looking at someone else?
You tell me to shine,
but don't you realize that
all stars explode one day?
So why call me bitter, when
you don't notice that
I've spent my whole life
trying to pretend?
You were her shield.
While you sat in the front line, she
slipped a w a y.
So why call me distrusting, when
every night, I see her play
with another toy?
You said you cared,
I said to sit in my tree then.
I saw you with my dead eyes
sit in her tree when you thought
I wasn't looking.
Someone I knew told me that
actions speak louder than words.
So call me sad, since
his actions told me, that
I just
didn't
matter,
anymore.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."