Letters to Dandelion by Xve

to the cloud in your head
    the pressure in your breast, of a heart that is continually
breaking.
     
    Your body lies aching ... under covers, hiding from the
world
    of reality, bending your mentality and wreaking havoc to
woe.
     
    Reality – is this so?
    Is it reality or just the one you now must know?
    NO ! You truly don’t.
     
    Believe me – There’s nothing romantic about the pain.
     
    Nothing luminescent about constant rain – drizzling in your
spirit.
    Get with it!
     
    You’re so young,
    So beautiful,
    So free,
    Just talk to me.
    Walk with me,
    Spar with me,
    Compare with me,
    Argue with me,
    Cry with me is you must –
    I’ll do all I can to help you crush,
    Those old bad memories to dust.
     
    I’d do my best to make permanent, your smile.
    And instill a repair of goodness for a while.
     
    I know – Me, you don’t need all,
    But while walking in darkness, isn’t light considered a
friend to prevent your fall?
     
    How about a real person, - who an ear they’d gladly lend?
    Like a person who’d stick with you till the very, very end.
    Don’t let some good words – scare you away.
    For you, if you’ll let me, I’d be there to stay.
     
    No, no doormat rules here need to apply,
    Lift those pretty eyes up to the sky … and SMILE.
     
    I’m not much,
    Not rich,
    And definitely not pretty.
     
    But you ask me things so impossible to do,
    Such as forget and abandon you –
    Can’t do, sorry, not my creed.
    Can’t stick to surface subjects or passé feelings.
     
    I’m just too real.
    But, don’t fear,
    I won’t disrespect or overrun you –
     
    I just want you to know, for you – I’m simply here.

Allow me something
… Say anything … or am I nothing?
     
    When
I have you in my arms,
    is
when my life truly begins.
    It’s
when joy lifts its head, 
    and
my heart loudly sings.
     
    It’s
no secret that I am madly
    in
love with you.
     
    And
things are wonderful,
when you’re lying next to me.
     
    But,
when you’re gone, and
    I
haven’t seen you in a while,
    that’s
when I cry sometimes.
     
    Because,
wondering, is not so
    wonderful,
and the reality of
    my
arms being so empty, says to me,
    that
I’m just lying to myself.
     
    It’s
sometimes too much to bear.
     
    My
mind goes into hyperactive,
    and
my thoughts race in a fury
    of
concerns.
     
    Where
are you?
    Are
you hurt?
    Are
you worse?
     
    I’ve
heard every word you tell me,
    and
I understand truly where you
    are.  
I do.
     
    But,
the one thing that is universally
    true
about life is – things always change.
    And
nothing stays the same forever.
     
    I
have cast my feelings and my hopes
    into
the wind for you.
     
    I
have raised my voice in prayer to
    love
you, to hold you, to keep you,
to ask for your safety and to request
     
    your
peace of mind.
     
    I
have written out my emotions based
    on
the millions of seconds in a day
    that
I think about you and long for
    you.
     
    And
I believe in you.
    Because
I love you.
     
    Funny,
the title of this seems to ask
    for
so many things.
     
    It
sounds demanding, doesn’t it?
     
    But,
that’s the irony of poetry.
     
    It
can be like two extremes,
    much
like how you and I are
    as
two people.
     
    Dandelion
– I am deeply in love
    with
you.
     
    So,
I won’t ask you for anything,
    because
I’ve heard what you’ve said,
    and
I know I am not - a nothing.
     
    And
as I reach out to you,
    wanting
one day to find your
precious little hand waiting for mine.
     
    I
hope and believe, that someday
    things
will change.
     
    Someday,
my love with shine through
    into
your beautiful eyes, and into your
    undefeatable
heart.
     
    Someday,
you can trust me enough,
    and
feel total liberty to allow me to
    provide
for you and your boys.
     
    Someday,
you may completely
    love
me.   Somedays feel far away.

I just don’t know…
     
    So
many things,
    and
it’s not a good place.
     
    Stepping
on a set of wings,
    It’ll
be so long before I see
again your face.
     
    Feel
my endorphins rise in
hunger