Sycamore

 
You never
bring me flowers anymore
No more knocks at my door
Just found out
NOW
That I'm drowning
I'm 
SYC-AMORE!

BLACK ASH 
blankets the planks
Of the PINK IVORY FLEUR
ADAM'S NEEDLE
sneaked the evil 
through the creaking
CEDAR floor 

HONEY LOCUST choked
WEEPING WILLOWS slowly soaked
Like a sty to the IRIS
Your itchy 
SYC-AMORE 
Can't cope

Lost 
in the POISON IVY
with one rush 
of the BRUSH stroke
Our MORNING GLORIES 
Are horror stories 
Carved
into the trunk of no hope

So as I tie this rope
around 
the KNOTTY PINE
I wrote a note
And when you find the time
to unwind 
Just know 
I didn't die by the twine 


First I sliced my throat