Vice and Virtue

Icy, cold, wet ground.

I wish that spring would come soon.

Botanical light.

I wish I were the girl you clung to.

The girl you look for.

I wish your feelings were mine.

I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.

The girl who would listen, not lie.

I wish you could trust me.

In kindergarten you were told 

you can not wear your light up sketchers.

“Why they’re new?” you whine.

In kindergarten you were told