they say ignorance is bliss
at the time it felt like honey
he would hold me tight, tell me he needed me
and blow dandelions all over me
his manipulations jogging with the breeze
deceptively warm and painless
a little seed landed smoothly on my forehead
the fruit of my thoughts became sweetly warped
i decided i was living for him
one seed slammed straight into my heart
my emotions became purely twisted
the seeds started to fester in every crevice of my life
soon enough they were growing inside of me, and moving for me
then the honey began to drip down
every day since he left
i blow and blow, planting a little seed for him everywhere i go
hoping if he sees them
he will love dandelions again, and we will be honey again