The dandelion

Yesterday i was a dandelion, swaying in the wind, until you came and picked me for her. she made a wish and blew me to pieces. now im scattered which is how i feel when i am with you. im trying to find myself like a dandelion in the wind. i seem to never accomplish my goal...so i die. pieces of me to live again, once more in the spring, i live to be scattered by your breath and hers. blowing me apart. then you've gone, it's too late...you've scattered me again. once again you seem to find me, you pick me once more. her at your heels, me in your hands. i want to be strong, not let you break me. but I can't. you're lifting me up, towards your lips. i wish for a kiss. you wish instead. i try to call out to you its too late. you're gone. you've scattered me again. you've used me all up. taken every wish i had, just to blow it all away. now it's cold and i won't see you for awhile. maybe never since now you blew me dead.

***this is my first time posting in here....feedback is appreciated***

salwa