4. loving a rose
who am I to request the love of a rose
when I am only a dandelion
where is this nerve I seek
and why do I feel you should belong to the likes of me
if you are the sun
I am the stars
stepping aside whenever you are effortlessly shining for everyone else
only to return when you are far, far gone
swallowing shards of glass may hurt less than the rejection
because it isn't even rejection
I fear I'm not deserving of even that
my only purpose
It seems
is to love you
and how pathetic it is
that you wouldn't notice
if
I
just
stopped.
