but a dream

t h r e e

she called me her flower.

I loved it when

she called me that.

it made me feel special and

different.

almost as special as her.

i remember sneaking into her room

when she had been sleeping for

hours and hours

and going through her dresses.

they sparkled and flowed through my fingertips.

and i wanted to dress up

in them

and have the whole world think i was special.

have the whole world call me

flower.