I Thought He Liked Me

I thought he liked me. 

I planted the idea in a field, 

and the field became a forest... 

Filled with bubbling brooks and 

sunset overlooks.

I collected clay at the banks of the rivers

and made pottery, 

The 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 

Science fiction and poetry

That turned into schools and colleges 

Dedicated to the arts and varied knowledges

Then, a society with cultures and cuisines, 

Unique languages and colloquialisms

Struck by war, disasters and famines

Alien invasions and a zombie apocalypse

Yet somehow we still survived. 

We rebuilt ourselves from the ashes

Stronger this time, able to withstand the fire

Gunpowder and 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 had always wanted was my own