Don’t call me beautiful.
I know I am, but don’t do it.
Don’t call me witty or insightful,
Sweet and nurturing,
Moody or emotionless.
I know I can be every single one of these things.
I’m a galaxy of complexity and even I don’t know the stars that encompass me.
But don’t relate me to these things.
I know you think it’s a compliment, but to me it’s an insult.
To relate me to things everyone else considers as a part of themselves.
The best compliment you can give me is to call me by my name,
And describe me as such.