Plant Girl

I want to know why I'm still looking for you.

searching, pleading for you to come back, 

wondering where you've gone

how you've been doing all this time.

Are you even alive?

Why do I care?

You said I was selfish,

but you were my life.

You were the only important person.

I gave you everything I had.

Sure, this is a vent, but it's not without reason.

Or maybe it is.

Who knows?

Plant girl.

That's what we'll call you.

Are you happy now?

I'm not angry we're apart.

In fact, I'm happier and healthier than before,

so why do I care so much?

Is it because I secretly hope to reunite?

Do I still care?

Yes.

Why?

I don't know.

Plant Girl.

If you're out there,

give me a sign.

Assure me that you're still alive.

Tell me that I didn't manage to ruin your life.

We're both so young,

and the young lovers are the most foolish of all.

That's why I was the dumb one.

the dumb lover.

That's me.

You became my life.

I fell for you.

Why?

We never even met.

For all I know, you could've been a creepy old guy on the internet.

You know.

The ones they warn us about.

Maybe they should also warn us about the real people.

The ones who are capable of caring.

The ones who can love.

The ones who tear you apart slowly.

The morning of the shooting, you asked whether I was okay.

I still hadn't heard of what had happened.

49 dead.

A crime against our people.

That's what it takes to break a kid in Disney World.

You still cared.

I still cared.

We were happy.

We were alive.

And though I don't miss you

or the fights

or the differences,

I still want to know

whether you're alive

and doing well.

Is Plant Girl still out there?

Why do I care so much.

(apologies for improper grammar & such.)