Poem scraps

my mind is a path which you travel often
your footprints remain deep
my heart surrounds, tender
don't tread upon the grass
it's fragile
(have not my words pleaded enough? weakest sign planted in the forest)

they see the surface of my painting one square inch at a time
you saw it as a whole
I showed you the layers beneath
layers I'd forgotten I had painted
layers I didn't think existed
it scared me
and I can't see past your mask
(where are your lies)

I didn't ask you to drown
fallen weeping willow tree
you're walking away anyways I see
go to that poison oak
leave me to rot
(unwanted)

lonely wasteland that I am, they don't like my wildflowers, too wild they say
you wandered into my sad meadow
you won't find anything here
go away
(I want you)