Unfruitful Tree

A poem I wrote early last year.

Unfruitful Tree
Inside I pretend that you are dead
So I can breathe the oxygen wasted on you
Like a leach sucks blood from its host
I’ll bleed you for all your worth

You never said those three words to me
Never touched me once
I never felt your heart beating
You never heard mine

Now it cuts me to think
I would not miss you if you were gone
Six feet under
And I would make your bed
But should I think such things?
It can’t be wrong anymore
The line of moral decency was crossed long ago
Your new family reiterates that notion

Nothing is what you sold me
When I donated everything to you
I could no longer be myself
And it drove me to the brink
Because of you I’m sick and never to be cured
I wear the scars of a broken relationship
I am the mediator of your dirty lie

Leave as you came
And may your new tree bear the same fruit
I’ll be watching from the outside
But you’ll never engage me this time
For I can finally breathe once more
The freedom to be who I really am