poem

How could he say he knew her,
when he'd only seen her skin,
not bothering to find the world she hides,
that's buried deep within.
But she had heard his ribs all creak,
behind each plaited vine,
When he had only touched the waterfall,
that cascaded down her spine.
He'd said to her, "loving someone is harder than you assume,
so don't go thinking that I love you now, and definitely not this soon."
But he had not been here long enough,
to see her new love start,
or find the ruined castle,
that lay implanted in her heart.
She had explored all the branches,
that were wrapped around each lung,
swaying with the breezes,
that she so longed to touch her tongue.
He said, "Don't mark me with your footprints,
I plan to leave too soon."
and with that her world just crumbled,
and her heart span round the room.
She knew that day that he broke her heart,
not just once but once again,
that love truly wasn't like the ones written down in ink and pen.
But anyone who saw,
 how fondly she'd still look,
knew in just an instant,
 how strongly she was hooked.