I'm a Mess

I’m a mess she said, yet there was nothing visibly messy about her, She was beautifully kept.

But he knew, he saw the messy soul and wild heart and he knew.

She had more than life in her, she craved a drowning kind of love, the kind of love that swallows your entire being.

She had depth, layers and layers of thoughts, of dreams, of imagination.

She was a mess indeed, like a painting with all the colors splashed across the canvas.

She was a mess indeed, like the raging ocean with hues of blues.

She was a mess indeed, like thunder on a beautiful summers eve.

She was not the kind of mess she thought she was.

She was the kind of mess he would never want to clean up.

I’m a mess she said, and he understood not what she said but what she felt.

He pulled her closer, squeezed her harder, held her tighter and whispered.

You are not a mess, 

You are a masterpiece.

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

"You are not a mess,
You are a masterpiece."

To be appreciated for our own true colors, splashed across the canvas, in all their runny-ness, their blotchiness and their inconsistencies and still be considered a masterpiece is a blessing. To be a mess that someone loves must be awesome and terrific! You write so well!

[Lola_Bee]

well hello there. thank you for your comment. I appreciate it so much. My writing is very simple and sometimes messy but i try :-)

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Nice to meet you. You’re most welcome :)

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I certainly can relate to the theme and words in this one......

As i have discovered, just like art, a masterpiece of human proportion can come in various forms. Some are beautiful on the outside and messy within, or the opposite, messy on the outside and beautiful within. More fortunate souls have beauty in complete proportions. In all forms, once loved and appreciated, all three types are a masterpiece in their own right. I, too, have a masterpiece and a glorious one she is at that.

This was a very romantic storytelling. Powerful, emotive and moralistic in those excellent final lines. Very well done.

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Well what's masterpiece without mess and what's poet without writing. We need,all aspects of this life,to absorb in order to create masterpiece like this.