you planted "i love you" in my heart and watered it attentively. you watered it almost entirely too much. it's overgrown, like un-mowed grass, untrimmed hedges, and intertwined tree limbs. you carved your initials into the trunk of the giant tree you rooted into my chest, the one right next to the wild rose bushes you also planted.

 everything is beautiful.

it's all so beautiful.

but i'm afraid that one day you'll no longer pay attention to all of it. i'm afraid that you'll forget about everything you planted. i'm afraid one day, it will all slowly die, and i will have to uproot everything. and i'm afraid i will have to plant "i miss you" to replace the "i love you" you once carefully planted.

-t.l.d

Sometimes I like to think that I come from the sky,

made up of all the stars that shine at night. Sometimes

I can almost convince myself that I am made of something beautiful.

But I come from the dirt in the ground, and sprouted from a single, unwanted weed.

That is all I am: an unwanted plant, competing and out numbered by the vibrant plants around it.

but I am no match.

-t.l.d