Wasted Wishes

I wasted so many wishes on you. Every shooting star I saw. Every dandelion I blew. Every 11:11. Even my birthday candles. Time and time again I hoped that maybe it would come true this time. How stupid was I? Wishing for rain on a dead garden, the resurrection of a lost life. It was pointless. How naive of me to have faith right? I held on to the tiniest sliver of hope only to find out that I had been blindly waiting for a day that would never come.