It's like when you were five, when your pet rabbit died & you learned that nothing good lasts. It's like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry. It's like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. Ashes. It's like when he went too far, & he said, "Is this okay?" & you said, "No," But it didn't matter. It's like when you found out monsters weren't real but every night you still woke up screaming. I found my half in the forest of loves. Still in my heart this moment. Forget the reckless things we've done; can't replace what you gave me. Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl.