stay_up_late

i found this poem in my backdated sent box. i guess i wrote it and sent it and forgot all about it, but i kind of like it.

i come here to woo you.
and you see me
but i see no glee in
pursuing a tree.
though your trunks twists are strong,
branches wrapped around me.
your bark chips and breaks
and leaves drift steadily.
reckoned your roots were strong,
being buried so deep,
i found when unearthed
they were brittle and weak.
suddenly i epiphanied
maybe it's me,
may be my fault that nobody watered this tree.
that your roots might be stale
from my shovel and pail
and myself, i decree, turned your floura so pale
that your soil was taken,
your sunlight as well
would make your skin crack
as we covered your well.
then we nailed up signs of forbiddance to wise
on your already fading and now lovelorn eyes
only now do i realize
perhaps it was me
all my trenching and study
was the death of my tree.