Treehouse

The sun sings in the sky,

watching us wake,

from the same spot every morning.

I communicate behind closed doors,

thinking out loud,

chatting to a picture of us,

thinking of the past,

back when things were so simple,

when you saw me as your sunlight,

before I became an endless evening,

dark secretive shadows,

that you fear.

My heart has always been here,

with you,

it did not originate from the internet,

or a foreign land.

My love is not a virus,

or a death sentence,

it shines too bright to bring shame,

but all the same,

you send it away,

praying for the return of somebody I never was.

I’m not like this because you broke me,

but I am broken by the way you left.

I am broken by my journey,

but I am fixing myself.

I climbed a new family tree,

because I was pushed from the one you invited me into.


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