Letters To You

Roots

I seemed to compare our love like a tree and I watched it grow from a seed. Our memories were the roots and everyday I felt them dig deeper until they became my need. I felt the need to make these roots grow longer and stronger and I didn't seem to care that one day they would stop growing because of our stupid love affair. There came a day when our tree stopped growing and our roots were pulled from the surface and I realized that once they were pulled I was left with nothing but to breath the toxic air of our once growing love that is now filled with pesticides.