I am in love and I am lost. Dead roses fill my room and I dig through the wooden box engraved with your name to find the picture of us. The picture from that midsummer night I told you I was falling in love. Petal by petal, I tear apart a rose to form a circle around the picture. When the flower's heart is buried in my palms, I make a wish for me and not for you. With the same scissors I used to cut off my hair, I chop you into thirds. I'd rather be broken than empty.