Black Dandelions

Dandelions,

though you thought me beautifully evasive,

Dandelions

smother and choke

their counterparts;

Dandelions

know no boundaries

they only know they exist as I exist;

You hand her Dandelions

tied in your mother’s favorite silk ribbon;

I wilt

at the sight of your black blasphemy

because you loved me once

Who would’ve thought your blackheart charm

would soil seeds after you bled them

then buried them, dry?