Evergreen

You're happy on the weekends
When your petals are still in bloom
You give yourself a stomachache
When you look in the mirror
That you carry like a weight
To the bathroom
You're wearing a sweater
When it's eighty degrees
And when I ask you
What it means
You just pull down the sleeves

And I am so in love with you
But even more than that
I'm in love with the way I know that you will hurt me
I just want that so bad

I've never wanted something more
Than when your tired eyes met mine
You are fragile
You are tentative
But I've got nothing
But time for you



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Woodhouse
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