*Repost - my works have disparoofed!

Gentle language, lyrically
Cocoons around me spherically
Pulls me close endearingly and places her hand upon my cheek
I thought not even God can save her
The metal noose that's caught around her ankle slipped down from her navel and was at first a crown of thorns
Fastened to the birthplace of scorn on the highest branch of it's tallest tree with roots that finger down to tickle hell itself.

Somehow still she held out hope
At times even crying out to me
Desperately trying to tell me
With all her might prying open my iris with scissor-like extenders to filter and let the light in from heaven so that maybe I could set her free
But my eyes are tied to the back of my throat
And every time I open them I start to choke
Her attempts leave me gasping for air and reaching for some token excuse explaining why I'm broken

I tell her
"I never met a Spring who swept away my Winter sorrow
A Summer that kept me from freezing in the gallows
And everything is faintly gray
No matter what Fall had to say
Nature's unholy treason never gave me reason why her seasons change and I stay the same."

I tell her
"The entire world is transforming
Nothing really is conforming
Come to think of it actually, even the galaxy is spinning out of control and yet here I remain
Not even getting dizzy
Not even a bit tipsy unless I spin myself
And that’s simply an unpleasant feeling."

She tells me
"You know, I'm always here for you."

A simple phrase spoken simple enough
In those words I could hear her packing her stuff and zipping up her duffel bag so full the tinsel was tearing
Her hand falling from my cheek
Her body relaxing so that I no longer feel the tension of it close to me
No longer sense the apprehension of her decision to stay with me
No longer having her undivided attention to listen to my pretension when all humility is lost on me
I simply can’t see
And all I hear is the clamoring of the links in chain from her metal noose fading away in the distance.