Acrylic

Hey, I'm jotting down more prose again! What?!

My favorite thing about you isn't even your body

(which is already bangin'!!)

it's how broken but whole you are.

Watching you is like following the lines and cracks of a put-together vase

something priceless that belongs in a museum to be thought about by all

You're like...a painting by an old master

cracked and flaked and worn in all the right places

you wear your tragedy well

and it is your beauty

It is as much a part of you as anything ever was

and somehow

it makes you more

It makes you more subtle.

That sadness makes you sweeter

That tragedy makes you more precious

It doesn't make sense that horrors could make you more beautiful

but they did

and it's fascinating

and melancholy

and painful to watch

And probably more painful to experience

but all I can do is watch you

trace the lines of your cracks

look on in wonder

...and wonder...

what rules of the universe made these cracks form the way they did,

go the way they did

be the way they did,

stay the way they did

and you...

I wonder how you didn't fall apart

and what holds you together

and if you've seen what I see

I wonder if a work of art ever knows it's a masterpiece

ever wonders or entertains the idea

ever knows itself just for a second

or allows itself to dream

Maybe

Just maybe

but...

Maybe not

Reviews

[Glass Heart Inc]

This poem is absolutely beautiful, one of the best I've read today. Well done.