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.