Unrequited
When I planted trees, the world rewarded me with rotten fruit.
The pages of life continued to turn, and never paused long enough for me to finish my artworks.
Rose petals had drifted away, leaving only thorns.
And I swayed in time with the burning flames like a marionette, controlled with twine.
When I gave my heart, all I asked for is one in return.
I asked for your love.
Yet you stole it without warning, and walked off, never looking back.
And not only that, you stole the moon that dressed my world in its light. I've lost sight of it, yet the only thing that I see are the shadows it's absence has provoked, that are slowly consuming me.
You snatched my nerves that let me feel the gentle showers, and replaced them with needles which you dug into my open wounds. Making the touch of misty rains burn, like acid.
Finally, you took the very key that allowed me to speak and be heard.
Only now I scream. But the air twists it to merge with the chirpings of song birds.
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