My Unstable Poetry

forest

your body is like a forest
It's so natural, yet so hosted
Things seem to grow off of you
But then when unwanted,
they also tangle you
they strangle your throat,
wanting you too spill
and sometimes, sadly, you do
You spill out like the worms and
clear, fresh water
from the very edge of the
furthest tree branch
the forest
the forest is a place I go
Just to rest, for the comfort
I rest in your mind and your thoughts
or maybe that was just a spill
But I spilled into you
your heart the only thing not spilling
the forest
talks without it wanting too
It does not ask for permission
In one swift movement,
the forest sways
the trees dancing in the breeze
of your cold heart
that grows to be a very warm refuge
the forest
waits for no one