Etch your name into my bark will you?
Carve your love into my skin will you?
I curse you for the pain you bestowed upon me.
I curse you for the suffering you cast upon me.
Your love will not last, I promise you that.
The other will break your heart, I promise you that.
I am not a canvas for you to draw your emotions.
I am not a diary for you to spill your heart.
Do you understand me now?
Do you understand why?
I am a tree.
I cannot love.
But I can hate.