hey girly text

hey girly 

i don’t know you, 

and you don’t know me,

but let me tell you- 

your love cannot untwist that crooked tree.

It’s leaves are dead

and it’s bark is rotten to its core 

no matter the love and nutrients you feed it, 

it will always beg for more. 

you say the dark never scared you,

because you grew up in that same festering wood, 

creating love for the broken,

and the inclination toward good.

At the tree roots base,

You lie there in gushing gold,

glowing with Sacred Grace,

satisfied with being alone-

thinking maybe if you shine bright enough you could guide your lost knight home.

You must abandon this enchantment,

of fixing what you did not break.

Love that tree from afar,

by letting it devilishly twist

and take its true shape.