I don’t listen to God
So why would I listen to the birds?
Why would I listen to the bees?
You say you can fulfill my needs
But I am a goddess
But I am the leaves
On the trees.
My body shakes
With their breeze
But now my feet are rooted to your carpet floor
And, for some reason, I can’t move anymore.
(All this time,
I thought I had a choice.)
His wind drew slits so I could open my eyes,
Azure to the sky— an infant to life.
I waved to the knight as I grew colder.
For some time, I was frozen
I saw my cheeks blush and fall to the ground.
I remember the way it felt to see myself decay…
I was raked away.
I was left bare.
All I had was the snow.
The white powder up my nose.
No sweet birds to sing in harmony.
No bees to teach me what love means.
And here I am
Planted outside your door,
Already so unsure,
Already too confused,
Of playing the muse.
While your sunshine could sustain my state,
I will always
To the seasons.
Those will come and go, boys carving their names
Enclosed with mine in a heart
But your the one who will always know my pain
As they chip away
at the bark.