dandelion

i thought my greatest fears

were founded

when you left me

when you said you

never would

and the hand you

gave me

is also the one you

pulled away.

i am still afraid.

i am afraid you will

forget

the times i

replay

in my bed

in my head

alone

when there is nothing else

to comfort me.

i am afraid

the love i had

for you

will forever

prick my hands

like weeds

and you will

run to greener pastures

in another girl’s bed

and the next night

another’s.

i just want you

to remember my name

and all the sparks

that burned

when we did exactly

what we shouldn’t have -

every time

our souls collided,

then crashed

in an ocean of sweat -

sumberged in

frantic waves of desire.

i am afraid

my memory

will escape you

like dandelion dust

and i will be left

with the stems -

forever holding on.

thank you for inspiring this one, Poppy!

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