Your withered wildflower
the words of a dandelion that died in your hands
A yellow dandelion
that bloomed
on the left side
of your road
that was my love
before you picked it up
cut it
hurt me
took my petals
left me naked
gave the petals you stole
to a royal rose
A yellow dandelion
that withered
on a sunny Monday
of spring
that was my love
and droughts and snowfalls
were never as dangerous
as your narcissistic hopes
because now
that my stem is weak
I can’t stand
I’ll never see the sun
heal
A yellow bud
common
not very beautiful
a dandelion was all it could ever be
If all you wanted was a rose
The dandelion
Why cut it?
It was happy there
Where it was meant to be
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