Sycamore Tree
Wind whistled loud on that chilly, September day
We stood under that sycamore tree;
the one I planted years ago with my mother
The leaves were mostly orange,
with a few yellow and red ones in the potpourri
I wore a gray beanie atop my pin straight hair.
You wore your Dallas Cowboys hat,
backwards,
like you always did when you needed to tell me something
It was getting colder by the minute
you tried giving me your sweatshirt but I wouldn’t take it
I said you needed to be warm too
You looked at me with those green eyes
Oh, those green glistening eyes and
you told me something that I’ll never forget
You told me that you were in love with me
you said that you were never going to leave me,
that I was a part of you
and I loved you too.
I wasn’t afraid to tell you that
But now I stand alone under the sycamore tree,
that I planted years ago with my mother
and I think about how much I hate you
I remember that hot July day,
dead of summer.
Everything was perfect.
Well, it was supposed to be
We stood under the sycamore tree I planted years ago with my mother
I wore my cheetah print sunglasses with the teal frame on my head
You wore your blackhawks hat this time,
backwards,
like you always did when you needed to tell me something
It was getting hotter by the minute but
you just looked at me with those green eyes.
Oh those green glistening eyes
You told me something that I’ll never forget.
You said that you were done with me.
That it was time to move on
That I can no longer be a part of you
But I love you
I looked at you
Oh I looked at you with my plain brown eyes;
You didn’t say anything this time.
You just kissed my forehead, and walked away.
You didn’t even apologize
So now I stand alone under that sycamore tree,
that I planted years ago with my mother.
I think about how much I hate you.
I hate you for walking away and
I hate you for the lies
I hate you for all of the times that you said “forever”
But mostly I hate myself.
I hate myself because under all of that hate,
I’m still in love with you.
But my God, do I hate you.
We stood under that sycamore tree;
the one I planted years ago with my mother
The leaves were mostly orange,
with a few yellow and red ones in the potpourri
I wore a gray beanie atop my pin straight hair.
You wore your Dallas Cowboys hat,
backwards,
like you always did when you needed to tell me something
It was getting colder by the minute
you tried giving me your sweatshirt but I wouldn’t take it
I said you needed to be warm too
You looked at me with those green eyes
Oh, those green glistening eyes and
you told me something that I’ll never forget
You told me that you were in love with me
you said that you were never going to leave me,
that I was a part of you
and I loved you too.
I wasn’t afraid to tell you that
But now I stand alone under the sycamore tree,
that I planted years ago with my mother
and I think about how much I hate you
I remember that hot July day,
dead of summer.
Everything was perfect.
Well, it was supposed to be
We stood under the sycamore tree I planted years ago with my mother
I wore my cheetah print sunglasses with the teal frame on my head
You wore your blackhawks hat this time,
backwards,
like you always did when you needed to tell me something
It was getting hotter by the minute but
you just looked at me with those green eyes.
Oh those green glistening eyes
You told me something that I’ll never forget.
You said that you were done with me.
That it was time to move on
That I can no longer be a part of you
But I love you
I looked at you
Oh I looked at you with my plain brown eyes;
You didn’t say anything this time.
You just kissed my forehead, and walked away.
You didn’t even apologize
So now I stand alone under that sycamore tree,
that I planted years ago with my mother.
I think about how much I hate you.
I hate you for walking away and
I hate you for the lies
I hate you for all of the times that you said “forever”
But mostly I hate myself.
I hate myself because under all of that hate,
I’m still in love with you.
But my God, do I hate you.