Your love is like a tree.
The roots are the beginning.
You were a sapling, your heart full of happiness. I cherished you for it. I watched you grow into this beautiful piece of art. When I fell for you, I made sure to yell "Timber!" on the way down.
Your love was incredibly beautiful. It grew, from when you tossed seeds to grow more plants, to when you held bird nests of captivating hope. The grass was greener on your side.
Until the autumn arrived and your heart turned cold.
You shed your leaves, leaving me freezing in the pouring rain. You kept quiet and watched as I tore at your bark.
The splinters you left in my fingertips were a sign that screamed, "I've had enough of this!"
Now, the birds search for a better home. The seeds stop growing.
I enter the forest of you, chainsaw in hand. I chop down your love until there is nothing but ruined ground.
