"i am tired
side glances and backwards glares
never quite hitting home
clenched fists and crying night after night
words reaching you
but meanings always lost.
i have never been a pinnacle of strength
when i fall i fall hard
my dreams crashing down around my head
like fragile wishes fashioned
from too many birthdays and 11:11s
from dandelions and from shooting stars.
if i could have all of those wishes back
i would wish you away
wish your poison out of my system
and out of my life.
if i could wish upon a star
i would wish for freedom
from this endless, tiring hatred."
-dandelion wishes // c.r.