heart

but i will give you my heart

willingly

knowing you will break it

more than a little

more than once

because i know that on those days

when i am at my lowest

i will look around

and only have you

and i know it's not fair

to your or me

but you haven't been very fair

to me either.

when the dandelion finally blooms

it will not last

we always bloom before

we depart in the wind.

we are supposed to be forgiving

forgive and be forgiven

but i cannot

keep forgiving.

make a wish, darling.