you placed all this pain and uneasiness you were feeling into this beautiful and healthy flower.
you plucked each of its petals off one by one to ensure that the person you had dreamt about every night would love you.
you plucked the petals off of one flower, then two flowers, then four, always ending with the phrase "they love me not."
you ruined the lives of those amazing flowers only to find out that they will never love you.
maybe this is what greed does to us.
we lash out all of our sorrow onto other amazing beings because we don't know how to love ourselves.
we ruin the lives of so many others because we don't know how to love ourselves.
but darling, here is your reminder:
you are blossoming
you are blooming
you are beautiful
and most importantly
you are loved.
you don't have to be showcased in a vase and displayed to the world to know that you are beautiful.
the ones growing in between the cracks are doing just as fine.
you may keep wondering if that certain someone loves you.
but the question that I am wondering is,
do you love you?
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions are Flowers
PoetryWhen you hear, "weed" you can't help but think of all of the bad things. But when you hear, "flower" you think of all of the good things. Why should dandelions be full of the bad, when they can be full of the good?
