if we were car windows, we would be cloudy from hot sighs
if we were blades of grass, we would be covered in dew from cold sweats
if we were peaches, we would be bruised around the edges from sweet lips touch
and if we were stars, we would be bright in the dark from the masochistic grins we shared

You're the delicate dandelion I allow to grow from my chest even though your roots constrict my heart.
Because let's face the reality,
Beautiful things will cause us all pain.
And soon, after I place my wish upon you,
The pain will go away.
You'll wither away to be nothing again,
Leaving me with heart pains much more detrimental to my health,
Ones I can't wish away.