A second opinion.

I don’t know how to make you love me anymore

I have taken out all my teeth, I’ve even cleaned them for you.

My hair is still long, the way your mother would wear hers. 

I painted my mind, your favorite color blue. When you told me

To end it, I did. The steaks are at high stakes with the nightmares

You have saved and the bugs you ate.

The tree will rattle when the stars remind them

To come home.