tell me why you're angry with everyone
and why you're so much worse than them
let me show you the way I view you
leaf-like veins, baby's breath freckles
you say you hate the countryside
"everything from afar looks so peaceful,
but then you're standing in an empty field
with jagged plants and prickled legs"
too much faith in mirages
left you unable to love the intangible beauty
you spit on similes and scoff at metaphors
rejecting all that left hope
now I only write in places that take time to find
"stars died happily because you're alive"
by the window on a post it note
"you're right, you're better than stupid flowers
with handfuls of color tones,
your attributes can't be counted and compared
because you're a whole galaxy
waiting to be discovered"
a letter on the refrigerator
this all seems like simple flattery
empty phrases, monotone notes
but please believe me when I say
you're so much more than you know