Old Forest

Forsaken, abandoned, left, rejected, alone, unworthy, unloved, ugly, broken, unwanted, insecure, inadequate, unable, instable… all words I recently used to describe myself, yet in my self I know that this is untrue… but its true that this is what happens to a man when his wife walks away. So… I need a way to know that I’m okay. I’m okay to say hey… hey; you look nice today… cuz today I don’t want to feel like a creep, a jerk… She jerked my heart right out of my chest, beating still and still I love her. My heart sings the same song, the one it sung on day one, the one it sung when I first gazed into emerald eyes… eyes of green fire that set my life ablaze… I was an old forest waiting to burn down and down I burned when for her loves my heart yearned, my mind churned all the ways to care for her, for her I took a spill… I spilled my guts and her pains soaked them up… up into the night sky did my thoughts fly… it was the limit… but it takes two to tango into the infinite… and no matter how or which way you spin it, I’m the one that’s left to remit… claims to the rains that spit acidic corrosion, that last firework was a dud… no explosion… though I’ve failed to hold it together, we said we would brave any weather, and when the first storm came… well, she washed completely away… floating out into the sea, with no desire to come home… now I fall asleep and wake up absolutely alone…While she’s drifting