Flower Child

You say you are a weed in a garden of flowers

But,

Baby, we are all plants.

Your words are taking bites out of you that your mouth is starting to choke on

But, 

Darling, words should not have teeth.

You've turned your tongue into a rattlesnake and you keep swallowing your own venom

But, 

Honey, poisoning yourself will not cure anything.

I love you, 

Even if they don't.

You are beautiful in different ways.

You are the roar those flowers are too soft to make.

You are the love without the condition.

You are a mosaic of bright purples and lipstick reds.

You are a wonder that has yet to be found.

So on those days when you can't help but struggle with the mirror,

Let me be your looking glass,

I will show you how beautiful your reflection truly is.

You are beautiful the way storms and stars and oceans are. Flowers are too infinitesimal to compare.