I am like a tree
with roots buried deep,
and problems that grow
deeper than my roots
can reach.
And the root of every problem
comes back to being brokenhearted
every time you don't say
the words I want you to.
You're like a bird
who landed on me,
and in one fail swoop
I was underneath
your feet
ready for you to walk
all over me.
You can fly away
any time
without a word
or wave goodbye.
But I'm stuck in the earth
with no place to go
except where I am
with a perfect view
to watch you leave.
I wish I could shake you loose
every time you land
so I never have to feel
the emptiness when you leave,
but I'm stuck here
waiting on you
and hoping
the next time you land,
it'll be to stay.
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