6:17 pm, Monday, 15th May
you were all that I had ever wanted,
you were a golden ray of sunshine
a marigold that flowered beautifully,
going noticed by many–
but I was not all that you wanted,
I was a dandelion,
a wildflower that grew within greenery
that was far less appealing to the eye
and perhaps that's why I went unnoticed
even if the yellow that painted my petals
painted your petals also.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
