DJ Dolly Rotten (porcelainapathy) wrote, @ 2003-09-22 01:05:00

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Seether--> Broken

A crying shame, because it sure was pretty...
Every bit of love and devotion that ever was contained in your being was carved into that tree. That little tree in your back yard, overlooking the sunnier side of your grassy, emerald hill--the one you loved to climb as a child. The one you would lie with her beneath and hold her hand. You stare at the initials, those initials that you carved there, that you swore by and made vows for. Those initials that you cursed one night when you were sad and ready to jump from the bridge across the other side of your grassy hill. Under the stars, under the influence, under the watch of the trees with their pinecone eyes.
You stare, mind foggy with regression, and all you can think of doing is taking a savage axe to that tenebrous tree. Of taking it down and watching it fall lifelessly to the ground--the way your heart and your pride fell--and chopping it up for firewood to burn. Just burn it all, because you've forgotten what all of this meant to you quite some time ago, and you weren't happy then, anyway. But you're happy now, with a new set of initials to encase within a carved heart on some other tree, on some other spot on your grassy hill. Because the new initials are here now, and the others have been long since gone, drowned somewhere under that bridge, and only in this sordid tree are they still real. Nothing but a fleeting moment in your past, and so you take an axe to the tree and cry as you cut it down.
You burn it in a massive fire that everyone will always remember because you were crying the whole time, rocking back and forth in the corner, under a pile of neglected lawn furniture shrugging away from everyone's touch who tried to comfort you. Even the girl whose initials you'd like now to carve; because it was a hard experience, a hard experience.
And you disappear from the chaos and the sirens and the water hoses, and the feeble attempts at comfort. You disappear to that bridge and no one knows where you ran off to or even has the energy to care.


But you wake up the next morning happy and in love...because this time, you just might be.

	megelou 2003-09-22 08:25 (link)
	WOW! did u write that? is awsome!! I write poetry and mine is all self-mutilation and self-destruction and depressin stuff, but i wish i could write like that. I related to it so much its wow i dunno what to say but its awsome! (Reply to this) (Thread)