worship

i do not wish

to be worshipped

i desire

understanding so

please

remove me

from the pedestal

upon which i sit

in your mind

if i am something

special

make it because i am

special to you

me

not the idea of

the woman i could be

if i am loved

make it because i am

known

and seen and

appreciated

not with a blind eye

to my flaws

but with an accepting one

with the knowledge that

i will falter

and bend

and break

and splinter off into

fragments

of who you may

think

i am

but i will also grow

and blossom

and mend

and metamorphose

becoming a newer

more beautiful creature

the longer you

know me

but first i must be real

to you

so please

do not worship me

for then you will never see

who i truly am

and i like to think

that you would

love her