Orchids are ugly 

in the way that i bare me 

under pustules before blisters

is beauty

wilting

is any of this getting through clearly

i know that he knows that I’m pretty

doesn’t mean i feel it

i know i am naked as a peeled back onion

thousand hungry eyes

but only he sees me 

a sunflower in a field of roses 

i don’t want the recognition 

attention

adoration 

just want him to look at me