I am convinced that healing me must hurt you,
must be pulled from some strength inside for you,
and even though there are lots of people I bear my soul to,
you seem the only magician,
the only one strong enough to hold my roots and make my leaves grow,
you seem an entire earth squeezed into a tiny fairy frame,
crystal eyes and marble square teeth that tear the stars to shreds
and when I thank you for giving me the best gift you could possibly give me,
all you do is laugh your confetti splendor laugh and say “what for?”