I know you used to care.
I was a dandelion in a field of roses,
Petals of yellow sticking out like a sore thumb.
For some reason, you thought that standing out was good.
You were the wind in my sails,
The reason I pressed on each and every day.
You made my heart rate spike, made my chest pound.
But this is not a love story.
I needed you, needed what you gave me,
But my petals turned out to never be enough.
As I morphed from yellow petals to white, ready to finally change,
Your wind blew me away into an ocean, where I'm unable to grow.
I needed you, but I did not love you.
You did not love me, and you knew I needed you.
So you held me above water just to listen to me beg,
"Please don't leave me!" "Please don't forget me."
But then, you forgot, and I sank.
I kept clawing at the water,
But you never taught me to swim.
You only helped me float.
This is a story of necessity.
I so desperately needed you to care, needed you to make me feel loved.
You made me feel w h o l e.
You gave me somewhere to b e l o n g.
But the spaces in between your words h u r t,
And suddenly, I started noticing them.
I started noticing what was in between the l i n e s, spaces that had never been there before.
You needed me too, at first.
But you didn't anymore, and left me.
Why did I need you?
W h y wasn't I enough?
This is not a love story.
This is not about a single person.
You left me.