i wanted to write you a story

but that’s not really my thing

or yours, for that matter

i wanted to take you to see the country

but you’re more of a city girl

and i’m more stray than undomesticated

i wanted to give you a flower

i don’t know, a tulip maybe or

a red rose, international symbol of love

but i’m stuck lugging around this ugly crown

and wondering why i didn’t