Out of the Woods
Tired of not seeing the forest for the trees
when it comes to you
I would cut down every tree to get to you
but you would only call it wasted paper.
I tell everyone you are my world,
the sun, the moon
all while diminishing my own star
in order to keep you shining.
Why do I hold on
when you leave me
standing in the cold
with nothing to cover me
but a single feather.
Loving you is tough
lust and leather
that doesn't withstand
the weather;
my skin sweats
and sticks to you
uncomfortably.
Cubic zirconium
when I wanted
a diamond ring
on my left hand.
A green remnant
reminds me that
all that glitters isn't gold.
To have and to hold
Nothing holding me
but fear and unbelief
Not even
a prayer and sacrifice
can save me
Religious ritual;
no faith.
I hold your picture in my hands
so hard I bleed
but you have no interest in phlebotomy.
Or me.
It's you I idolize yet
all you ever do is cut me down to size
Loving you is no prize
And frankly my dear
I'm tired of all the wasted time.
~Chelsea DeVries~
