You tell me you aren't special,

that no one would notice if you were gone.

Just a wall flower afraid of breaking free.

But I see the real you.

The you that takes my breath away, and weakens my knees.

And sweetness, you are firecrackers,

you are a blizzard,

you are an apocalypse of love and rage,

you are broken bones, scraped knees and throated screams.

and

you

are

beautiful.