i simply wanted the entire garden
for only us
and if i couldn't give u that
then i didn't want anyone else
to have it
so i destroyed the garden
and i destroyed myself
that's why two years later my parents are still untangling tree branches
from my hair
and pulling thorns
from my skin
but the branches are my limbs
and the thorns are my flesh
and god ****** they are not saving me
but pulling me apart
the garden does not exist
it's just a metaphor
for how hard i tried to keep something alive
that was dead in the first place