Dandelion

You are a flower

Suspended in its peak,

Beautiful for all to see.

You can't change

How beautiful you are,

Nor can you see yourself

The way others see you… 

The way I see you… 

The way you really are.

You think you're a weed.

You can't move,

Can't change

How you really are:

Self-despising, and quiet, and unaccompanied.

As if the bad things about you,

The things you think are bad,

Actually exist 

Out of your own head.

You have eyes,

But they don't see

What you are, how you are.

You can't see your own face,

Lest it be when we're close,

In the reflection of my eyes.

Then, you might get a glimpse of your beauty,

If you could see

Yourself with my eyes.

You are a dandelion.

I want nothing more 

Than to be a dandelion, too.

Then I might grant your wish

With my presence,

Just as you always grant mine

With yours.

Far from a weed, you light up my day.

T'would not be the same without you.

I was foolish

To think that you,

A flower suspended in its prime,

Would last forever.

I see evidence of your trail of petals.

You're falling apart.

However, It subtracts nothing from your worth.

You might feel it does,

But you can't subtract from infinity.

You are a flower

Suspended in its peak,

Beautiful for all to see.

You can't change

How beautiful you are,

Nor can you see yourself

The way others see you…  

The way I see you… 

The way you really are.

Author's Note

Constructive feedback/criticism is much appreciated :)