"I could never deny her anything."

I found my poetry book.
Listen.

You want
Everything. All things.
I'm left with nothing
As you are king with all of your
Riches.

The lies
They fill this pages
Setting it ablaze with
Things I long to hear from you.
Too late.

Toss away
Your pen and paper
Write instead in the sand
Let the ocean take it all
Away.

The trees
They bend in shame
Walking past they fall humble
And the flowers wilt wishing they
Were dead.

Stop it.
I would rather
Hear the truth from you than
Listen to this beautiful song
Of lies.

Seeing blood
It drips down walls
And across the floor back
To the veins from which they have
Come from.

Vacant
Darkness comes rolling
Lurking up and down shadows
That no one calls home.

The last tree on Earth
Alone in this world
Wait for your love to return
Build up your branches.

Silence is golden
Except for when you are lonely
Then it's only bronze.

Greed
Greedy people sit
Waiting for the perfect time
To take the last life.

The watering hole
Water spills inside
The lips of all the thirsty
Crocodiles snap.

He never meant for it to end.
He wanted to give her everything.
So when she said "higher," he pushed her higher.
But she said
"No. Higher."