a weed, a flower.

she was charismatic,
so strong.
flexing her muscles,
smiling,
and winning over hearts.

she walked on her heels,
as if she owned the place.

stomp
stomp
stomping
over us.
silencing us.

she was bright, interesting,
complete.
and i met her,
only to hate her.
growling as i watched her,
in perfect movement,
in sound being,
radiating all that is good.

whilst i sat, curled
in a chair, small
and suffering,
jealous,
and in awe,
she stood and stared down
at me
pushing me farther into the ground.

and i let her.
because i was frozen.
and i let her,
because i am me,
and she is everything.

and she grew, grew, grew.
as i shrank, and disappeared.