I was the Hurricane that fondly blew on him
-the way you do your favourite old records

But he was a dandelion and
he was gone
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looking back I realise I was a rather ambitious mistress.

How absurd that I should think you'd leave her for me. She's been with you longer than you care to remember.

In fact, you married her to become "A Man".
That Bitc- your loyal wife was technically there during our encounters too.

I risked everything to show you what life could be without her,
what we could have.
But.
I know you hold her closer than you do your dreams.

That ****** wife of yours.

Her name is Insecurity.

I hope shooting stars fall on all your empty acres.
The places where the seeds I planted never grew.

Places that won't even grow poppies.
Yes, I'm praying the Sars fall on no man's land.
More commonly known as your heart.