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.