I just wanted to feel
and maybe get felt up 
I just wanted something new
a man that gives a fuck. 

You’re a master 
of meaning. Sharp 
as a knife 
your words carve
up our tender
union.

“Stop! What are you doing? Didn’t you see the sign!?”
I did not, could not.

I was walking. 

My words are not always words. Sometimes they are sounds. Hmm. Rrr. Rah! When I find myself feeling feelings so intensely this is how I communicate. Guttural. Staccato. Loud.

I want to leave.
I want to run –– fast and far away.
I want to scream, Come back to me!
when I visit you in that place.

To talk about trees is to talk about life. As a child, trees watched over me as I slept, painted on my bedroom walls by my father. The trees had little eyes peeking out and elves nestled inside.

A scar remains
where I freed myself from you. 

While you hunted for my heart 
I hid in the woods of my soul.