Petals & Flowers
I'm beautiful for me,
this smile glaring back
at you, radiance, when I
jump my knees touch the sky
and I twirl faster than a tornado,
caught in the clouds I want to
glow like sunlight, but on my
own I remember the explosion
flowers make to have their petals
shown I want to spin alone but
behind every flat screen I see
more people, more beauty and
it's the sparkle in them it's the
audience it's something I can't
quite pin, it's a reaction or her
touching him, it's ambitious
to crawl out of corners or
dangerous, I'm beautiful for
me but I don't want to dress
up I don't want glitter in my
hair or to breathe so hard I
can't feel the air, I think of
living out of a painting, I
think of turning into dust
I think of appreciation I
think of lust, but I don't
think I could trust, like
the ones I've seen I've
shared smiles with
strangers and danced
under the moon, I've
shut my eyes in a
locked room I've
written poetry,
just for me to
see beauty.