Sometimes I think
If I had planted
Roses instead of
dandelions
part of me
wouldn’t constantly be blown away
with even the slightest
of breezes.
Or maybe every time
I wished
for you to love me back
I wouldn’t keep
losing myself.
I should’ve known
that no flower
especially one as beautiful
as you
would ever love me
because
she is a June Peach
and I am nothing
but a
mere dandelion,
and with every chance I get
I’ll wish for you,
then you'll disappear.
While she blooms more stunning
each and every year.

*a.n.p