Dancing Dandelions

I love you

but,

I hate you.

I don’t even

understand it.

The hardest part is

seeing your face

when I look in the mirror.

That happiness that

left with you, leaves again.

It keeps leaving..

Draining me

like,

the kitchen sink after dishes.

you hurt me,

yet you can say,

“I don’t know what I did wrong!”

I’m yours,

and you left me,

We are not dandelions,

we don’t go our separate ways

when the wind blows.

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