Bleeding trees
an ultimatum
The trees are bleeding
a thick, sweet substance
and I am bleeding
memories, friends, and love
what precious gems we release
back into the world
setting the path behind us ablaze
~
It was the price of entry-
his price, my cost
would you understand if I tried
to explain?
our connection
even tenuous and distanced as it had
to become-
platonic,
is still too risky for his fragile,
insecure heart
(I might have revealed too much of our past)
~
I resist the urge to pull
up your smiling photo:
a boy's bright, soft curls contrasting
next to yours
two beautiful souls
I watch the flame work its
way down to my fingertips
waiting for the breath of release
from my own mouth
that never comes
then drop it behind me
pretending I don't feel the heat
~
The trees are bleeding
liquid gold
and I am bleeding
memories, love, and hope
we are bleeding ourselves dry
wishing the world will taste
the sweetness
and forgive the destruction
we've left behind
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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Heartbreaking
A heartfelt poetry.