How can you love me when you're high. I am evergreen. The tree you climbed upon so romantically. As my branches crack and break, splitting like the ends of us. A coil of a curl off my shirley's temple that my body no longer has the right to be called. How can you love when you're lost. I was a path, a garden of daffodils and carnations. Picked and plucked for my beauty with a love just to be given to someone else. It was the prettiest death i had ever witnessed.
