I Hope I'm Not That Tree

I wait for your text.

After hours we don't do much.

I see you,

You see me,

We don't talk openly,

Be honest...

I know that I don't.

The soft moonlight hits us as we walk past the old tree stump.

The tree was cut down because it was causing too much wreckage with its long heavy branches during stormy days.

The tree was too much of a burden...

I feel like I'm that tree.

I feel like if I speak to you I am that tree.

I feel like if I try to get to know you I am that tree.

I feel like if I ask you about your dreams I am that tree.

I feel like if I try to help you I am that tree.

I feel like my heavy branches keep pushing you away.

Just like the homes that were broken during the storm.

I'm a burden that should be cut down,

Rejected for asking you about your life.

I feel like you're ashamed of yourself.

I feel like you need someone's help.

I feel like you are a lost soul who just needs some guidance.

I feel like you are an amazing piece of work.

I feel like you are someone who deserves to live more than the aimed amount of years that you told me about.

I feel like...

I am fantasizing what we have,

Again.