humans

their love was like a tree
it had twisted with age,
bark buckled and warped.
planted with illusions of
sunlight and care,
fleeting intentions of nurture
and a flimsy ode to commitment
now cold and left en plein air.
it looked how it felt:
impressionable, fragile,
directionless -
it had twisted with age
bark buckled and warped.
their love was like a tree,
just another thing to destroy.