Ivy

The deep green leaves invite you
To come and join their play
They glint and becon in the sun
Inticing you to stay.

A twill of vine curls 'round your wrist
and tightens in a knot
It slowly pulls you closer where
You catch the scent of rot.

But calming are the deep green leaves
And follow them you will
Step by step you inch forwards
Pulled in closer still.

A crowd of leaves tickle your face
You make a muffled sound
And suddenly you realize
Your arms and legs are bound.

An entourage of deep green leaves
Is all that you can see
You close your eyes and smell the rot:
Past victims of ivy.

Instead of Being Me.

Lonley is the web I weave,
I loath to be here so.
In my own dispair I grieve,
How did I sink so low?

Did the cloud cover my sun,
As I was basking so?
Forcing me to up and run,
Drop everything and go.

Leave me for so long to find,
I don't care for you now.
Make me leave my world behind,
And fix your broken vow.

I now see the big picture,
But I don't think you can.
I have no way to be sure,
Did you think you could plan?

I gave up a while ago,
Now please leave me alone.
You haven't a place to go,
Living a life of stone.

I hate you for all you did,
Please just don't talk to me.
Yes, I should have ran and hid,
Instead of being me.