You don’t slur words just to let them slip by
You don’t pray for rain just to want it to go away
You don’t grow a forest just to burn them down
You don’t love a person just to watch them leave your side
Why let happiness be swallowed by carelessness?
Why let happiness be swallowed by anything at all?
Your words leave gaps in my bones
After you plant them there and weed them out one by one
It was carelessness; a gentle hurt
But the hurt is no less
Than cuts to growing saplings
Rooted right in the heart of our love