She asked me what she reminded me of
I told her 'a leaf'.
I told her she reminds me of the leaves in my aunt's garden;
how she blends in
how there are many like her ,
how no outsider ever looks at you the way they look at flowers.
You're a background "aesthetic ".
You fall yearly like them and become noticed because people find beauty in your agony .
But you always get back up and nobody cares because you're not a tragic story.
"You remind me of a leaf" i tell her;
"because you are life".
You give everything to a world that offers you a penny in return.
You spread fire, but you grow from ashes,
you grow gracefully.
you grow unapologetically.