I'm not some sort of endangered species.
I'm not a ******* Pink Lady Slipper its okay to pick me.

Pluck me
Love me
**** me

Just tell me the truth.
Before I grow roots into you.
Rip open my rib cage and ever so gently pull the weeds from my tangled bones.
Hold me against you like a bouquet of roses.

I want to know your plans.
So show me the schematics of your heart beat,
I promise my blueprints are so much more than the veins in my forearms when we hold hands.

I'm trying to find a forest.
I'm tired of climbing over mountains,
just to walk through fields of dandelions.