This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
Lycorises litter our lawn with laughable languish.
Your hair bursts with these reminders as its shade turn ever-youthful.
We are fated to be apart, but my body stays attached to you.
I’m a jealous man.
I must know your eyes never wander,
and in the end, you will always return to me.
The Earth would burn, forced to drought or flood
if you stayed a moment too long.
For necessity, not love, I take you back with me
at least that’s what I tell myself.
The seeds of my labor will never leave you,
and so I will never leave you.
Despite how much you want, and continue, to leave me.