You Made Me Their Beast

The cherry tree only blossoms once a year.

Our love runs on empty every day of the week.

I could not leave out the burning red fear.

They said I was cheap, they said I was weak.

The city parks trembled as we waltzed through,

Even the streets shattered under the pressure.

My intuition was strong, but it needed proof,

It needed to teach them all a lesson.

September approached us with little grace

As we were trying to put our lives back together.

The days ticked away, shooting love into space.

You promised we were birds of a feather.

When I was not looking, you cut down the tree

And fed it to quidnuncs with the sharpest teeth.

You made me their beast to set yourself free.

They thanked you for the fresh prey

As they chased me down in the heath.

-JW