I was a dandelion, growing in a flowerbed.
I thought I was a beautiful flower, but the world saw me as a ****
You were a gardener. You came through with every intent of pulling me out, Ending my infestation
of the roses and tulips. The ones that belonged.
The ones that fit in the perfect pretty picture. But you saw a beauty in me the world didn’t see.
You watered me
Kept me
Let me flourish
I started to multiply. I grew larger and stronger. I started to encompass the garden
that was your heart,
Choke out the roses
Choke out the tulips
And then you saw
I was just a ****
I was choking you
Crowding you
Suffocating you
You told me I had to go
But I needed the soil
The sunlight
The water that you provided
I couldn’t survive without you
And you couldn’t survive with me
I’m selfish
I don’t want to go
But I have no choice
I’ve been uprooted.
s.s.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
I was a dandelion, growing in a flowerbed.
I thought I was a beautiful flower, but the world saw me as a ****
You were a gardener. You came through with every intent of pulling me out, Ending my infestation
of the roses and tulips. The ones that belonged.
The ones that fit in the perfect pretty picture. But you saw a beauty in me the world didn’t see.
You watered me
Kept me
Let me flourish
I started to multiply. I grew larger and stronger. I started to encompass the garden
that was your heart,
Choke out the roses
Choke out the tulips
And then you saw
I was just a ****
I was choking you
Crowding you
Suffocating you
You told me I had to go
But I needed the soil
The sunlight
The water that you provided
I couldn’t survive without you
And you couldn’t survive with me
I’m selfish
I don’t want to go
But I have no choice
I’ve been uprooted.
s.s.
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