Notions of hope that f lies
towards my day made me see this,
If I should fall,
then Im taking all the sadness with me, so that you could feel none of it.
None at all.
And so even if you beg for my tears, I would not dare to shed any.
Because tears means a shaken, unf irm decisions, not letting go.
But Im here, ready to walk the world. To be that tree, beside you. A place where you could rest and carve your memories.
My muse.
My broken, beaten, rose.
The world may do its unfairness to me, and may beat me to death.
It can break you into a lot of halves, in between every half.
But if there is one thing a tree could do is, even the sap runs out of life, it will always stand.
So do not ask for my sap; my tears, I have none of it for you.
For I am ready to become that tree on your journey, the place that you could rest your shoulder on.
So tell me,
should I even have a time to weep or fall, even if you ask me
