It’s not right that you’ve done this to me, that you’ve strung me along for years, that you will continue to do this as long as I let you. Maybe I’m the dim-witted one here, for staying when maybe I should go, for settling for less than I want because I’m afraid I won’t find more. Yellow like a coward and the dandelions that fly away in the slightest breeze, like you and me. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: it’s not right, dim-witted, and yellow.

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