I think it's the nights that are the hardest.
More numb than the day.
Where the dandelions fall apart and fade.

It's quiet, but I burn into pieces,
Quicker than the the marijuana on a perforated pop can.

I light myself on fire,
I know soon I will expire.
There is nothing I aspire.

Nothing except to disintegrate.
I wish to sear slowly.
I know I deserve to have the feeling of my body going up in smoke.

It's the people who care for me the most I seem to provoke.
I swear to God I'm not as oblivious as I seem.
I'm not as gullible as I parade myself to be.

So when you think you are getting away with something,
Believe me, you're wrong.
Because I am a liar, And I've been lying for so long.

It is hard to deceive me.
I'm aware of all you say.
But I'm not here to call you out nor get in your way.

It's the nights that are the worst.
Because there's nobody who wants to listen.
Even when they say they do.
I can see right through the facade.

It hurts when it's dark outside.
There's no where to hide.
No place to put my heartache.

I feel alone in the world.
Unlike the dandelions.
Unlike her.
Dissimilar to you.

I don't know many like me, if any at all.
If I could be everything you wanted me to be,
That would be perfection.

But I'm not all that you need from me.
Unfortunately.
I don't think I'll ever be enough.

To be a dishonest cheat, I'm calling my own bluff.
But I love you still.
With all the will I own.
Even though it's always been known.
I don't think it means much.

I want to shrivel up and pass away.
I can no longer stay here without your reciprocation.
All I desire as of now is to disintegrate.

- Ariah Diane