the emotional archer

i stand in the wooded forest
a lush garden of eden.
the sounds of cricket's chirping
squirrels rusteling in trees
does nothing to comfort the sight
that lays ahead
my eyes watch you struggle to get up
arrows sticking out of various appendenges
blood gushing from open wounds
seeping its way into soil
its only now i realize
that i am killing you softly.

i begin to feel overwhelmed
with self hatred, knowing that
once my bow has been loaded
the trajectory of my words
ingrained in arrows of pine wood
have managed to hit the bull's eye
without fail.
i have never meant to intentionally hurt you
my words were never meant to erode
at the fabric of your spirit
but instead, there are only remains
of what used to be a beautiful tapestry.
so i drop my weapons, and walk away
hoping that the distance between us
will give you time to heal.