Everyone wants to know if her curves ever break free

She winds down long forgotten paths 

Between forgotten trees 

Whose skin is all tortured by letters and plus signs hugged by ragged hearts

Some whose leaves have fallen, faded, been stepped on, and blown apart

She swerves through vertical miles of spray painted track 

The names are all now wounds whose consistency just seems to lack

It's okay they've been patted down and searched for threatening items

Even when their teeth are pulled they'll find a different way to bite em 

She skirts around the empires that birthed the kings that swept her off her feet

She gathers up the courage that she abandoned in the dusty alleys and on side streets

It's easy to assemble something similar to a dream 

And attach it to your self worth 

It never goes well though

Or so it seems