not to be dramatic but i’m sick of being just dandelions to you. bees think i’m beautiful. i used to hate yellow because of how you treated the brightness in me. now i’m seeing yellow glow in everything. you never quite liked my hair or how i swayed while dancing but i’m learning that it’s because you don’t find music in wind and i can. what i’m saying is you saw me as mediocre. and i’m finally learning i deserve better.