I Thought He Liked Me

I thought he liked me. 

I planted the idea in a field, 

and that field became a forest... 

Filled with bubbling brooks and 

sunset overlooks.

I collected clay at the banks of the rivers

and made pottery, 

That pottery became a museum 

of grand works and art displays 

From the cedar trees I built cities

Giant feats of architecture, 

Parks where we sat and read literature 

Libraries full of historical texts

and ancient mythology 

Which turned into schools and colleges 

Dedicated to the arts and varied knowledges

Then, a society with cultures and delicacies, 

Unique languages and cuisines. 

Wars, disasters and famines, 

Alien invasions and a zombie apocalypse

We still survived. 

We rebuilt it all from the ground up

Stronger this time, able to resist whirlwinds

Fire, gunpowder, brimstone 

But in the end, the end of our world 

was oh so simple. 

It was a seed I hadn't seen

Growing alongside us like a weed:

This world was not ours – it was mine. 

I was all alone. 

The love I'd been searching for all this time was my own.