You are a tree

Cut deep with the names of past lovers

Etched with foolish teenage fantasy

You don't see a tree cut into it's own bark

So please don't add on more scars

You are the memories and eyes

Always watching, growing from what you learned to memorize

Years of dancing on the edge of the leaves

Keeping track with the rings inside of you 

You're branches touching out to the sky

Open palms wanting a hand to grasp instead of recoiling from the light

you pull nutrients from the ground hoping to maybe gain something to help grow

Your soil is poked, turned, and cracked by the weather that pushed your ground out

Exposing your roots to the person who stumbles upon

You're the reason why poeple use the terms falling and love in the same sentence

You are a tree

When winter comes you're bare skin growing harder against whatwants to cut you raw

Afraid of someone coming by and chopping you down