idk if i can call this poetry

11:48pm****

i was a little pond.

i had small fishes and tadpoles,
a few frogs and turtles would dwell about,
some deer that would come to drink every so often.

moss grew on the trees that surrounded me

and i was beautiful.

and then he came.

he began by just sitting on a log.
i watched him.

the days passed, and he just sat and listened to the crickets chirp and the birds sing.

he was...
mesmerizing.

the way he existed.
he had a way about him that made me...

...

i dont know.
the feeling,
it was indescribable.

he did scare away the deer, but that was alright.

not a care in the world.

until one day, he removed his shoes and socks and stuck his toes in the water.

i let him sit and cool off,
i quite liked his presence.

it calmed me.

he swung his legs and made little ripples in the water, and i kissed little dew drops onto his ankles whenever he would leave,
so that he would remember to come back.

it did scare away the turtles, but that was alright.

not a care in the world.

until one day, he pulled up his shorts and let his legs dangle into the water up to his knees.

he sat and sketched me,
and would talk about his day.

my leaves liked the sound of his voice,
it was soothing.
not like i had anywhere to go,
and i didnt get many visitors.
so i memorized his face each day
and used the image to fall asleep.

yes, even ponds need rest.

either way,
he did scare away the frogs, but that was alright.

not a care in the world.

until one day, he took off his shirt and dove into the water.

it was shocking, but to see him smile and laugh,
splashing about, like he was a part of me...

it made me so happy.

he would float in the waters and whistle sweet tunes,
and he would whisper his thanks
as he walked away each night,
with no shoes on his feet.
he walked amongst the lush plant life
that outlined the water.
he would run his hands along the bark on my trees,
and id think of him whenever the wind blew.

he scared away the fish, but that was alright.

not a care in the world.

he came back every day and swam until the animals all stopped coming.

the fish hid every day.
the deer found somewhere new to drink water from.
the turtles found somewhere new to swim.
the frogs all left.

but he stayed.

so i focused on him.
and only him.

because he would never, ever leave me.

until one day, he brought an axe.

after he swam,
he began to chop down my trees, and pick the apples from my branches.

i let him take whatever he wanted.

day by day, he dissipated more and more of me.

i allowed it.

once my trees and apples were gone, he began to take my fish.

he took them away on his hook, one by one.

i smiled.

once the fish were gone, he took the water.

bucket by bucket, he emptied me.

i watched as he did so.

once the water was gone,

he began to take the plants.

the grass, flowers, and shrubbery.

i let him take it all.

when he was done, i was all but a hole in the ground.

i asked him,
"now that you have taken everything, will you still come back?"

he shook his head.
he told me that he couldn't come back anymore.
he said that he wanted to.
he said there were rules,
and now people wont let us be together anymore.
he showed me his hands.

they were bound by handcuffs.

i didnt understand.

he blew me a kiss in the best way he could,
and he went.
the clouds escorted him away.

i am a hole in the ground.
i have no water,
no plants or grass,
no apples or trees,
no fish or frogs,
no birds or turtles or deer.

i have nothing left.
i let him take me away,
and now

i am nothing.

he was a tsunami

but thats love....
right?

giving everything away for someone.

except..
that wasnt what was best.

not for me or him.

and now he is gone.
because of me.

i am a hole in the ground,
but i can become a pond again.

i will wait for the dandelions to spread in the spring.
maybe that will bring grass.
maybe then,
once there's grass and dandelions,
maybe the wildflowers and shrubs will grow.

i will wait for a flood to bring back my fish.
i will wait for the frogs to return.
hopefully they will bring the turtles
and maybe, with time,
the deer will come back.

i realize now what that feeling was.

the one i said earlier was indescribable?

i think it may have been...
falling in love.

well,
he may have left for now.

but i am a pond,
no matter how i may look.

and i will do what it takes to survive.

because if i survive, then maybe

he will come back for me.

maybe he will come,
all the way from a college in iowa.
and back to this little pond
in this little town
whose room is in the basement,
and she goes to high school,
and her favorite color is yellow,
but she has blue hair because
she feels like it just works.
and she loves lilies and music
and she promises to wait for him
no matter how many people tell her to just move on.

and god,

she loves him.

she loves him

more

than he

will ever know.