The thing is -
everytime that window opens
I still see the possibility
and I want to fly away
to happily ever after.
I think sometimes
that if I learn to do enough things.
Learn the names of all the plants.
Then maybe I can get your approval.  
And there's always a moment
when it all comes crashing down again. Every time.  
Is it any wonder
that I both love you and hate you?