the dreams i had about you came true
and the words that i had wished would roll
from your delicate lips had touched my ears
it was all i could do to contain the feelings within
me like a million dandelions bursting into bloom
their seeds scattering on the green fields of my soul.
but i guess you weren’t meant to stay
but rather to be used as a lesson to teach me
that little red riding hood wasn’t just a bedtime story
told to my six-year-old self but rather something we
encounter many a time in our life. that people can be wolves
even though they say the most beautiful things as if
they are truths, like dew landing on the blades
of summer grass in the early morning.
and now whats left of the once green field i call my heart
is a rugged and torn ground, dried up and cracked from the
lack of tears and emotions. i should feel something
honestly i think i’m quite broken for your words do
no damage anymore but rather slip through the cracks
that you’ve already marred into me.