writing love letters to naked trees.

its all about color.
branches filled with violent red leaves, daring to jump, itching to depart.
it's only always going to end up under foot.
crunched up and unimportant when they fade into brown.
but they have their glory intact.

give me a perfect situation and i will always find a way to screw it up.
i am skilled in thwarting the most divine plans.

some people will work towards exhaustion to sneak in a sucker punch.
when youre head over heels, it doesnt really hurt when your jaw hits the floor.
the issues may be justified, but the retaliation is simply unfair.
i call your attacks futile because i refuse to change course to please someone who saw fit to tear me apart all that time ago.

give it up kid. i am not budging.
and dont you dare even the playing field by turning players against each other.