You are beautiful

Nothing is ever going to change that.

She said she wasn't made for this world.

That she was so enveloped in the tears of her past,

that her lips had forgotten what it was like to smile.

Filled with a galaxy of regret so vast,

a universe full of lights couldn't fill that void

even though every star was competing with how beautiful she was.

You tried to pretend like you didn't know I was watching,

laced interpretation into every movement,

tied the lace to your smile and manipulated the story in your eyes

so I could only see the paragraph and not the chapter;

Only the page number with no table of contents,

but your title is branded on your chest,

engraved like a warning because no likes reading tragedies.

Tragedies don't happen on the bold font that traces the fabrics of scripts,

but rather in the fine lines that carved themselves in the fabric of your skin

and the periods that finished incomplete sentences.

Trust me, I know an unfinished sentence when I see one.

The same way I know an unfinished story

when it ends with your mascara running down your cheeks

instead of your heart coursing with everything 

that makes you beautiful;

tragedies and all.

You belong here.

You are made for this world the way

the moon is made for the tides,

and shooting stars are made for miracles.

The way you could make flowers bristle with jealousy,

and give smiling a whole new definition because when you smile,

it's like you sold a fire your warmth just it could think it would burn brighter.

You have a way of setting your eyes ablaze,

you extinguish it just as quickly which breaks my heart,

but I'm here to tell you that your eyes are beautiful

and I enjoyed seeing the way they lit up when you realized 

I wasn't looking anywhere else;

when you realized my hands were actually being gentle,

and when you realized that I could see you 

even when you thought I may not have been looking at all.

I saw so much potential,

so much love and passion that the words were practically 

tattooed on your name.

There is nothing that isn't beautiful about you.

Nothing you do is going to keep your light at bay.

You wrap yourself in a curtain of insecurities,

and I know that to many people have stitched their name into the silk,

and feels like it has become a part of your skin

but I'm telling you that I traced the discoloration of your body 

with my own hands

and found the most beautiful soul in the room.

You are beautiful.

You are worth it.

If I have to rewrite the world in braille

I would start with your story just so you could see 

the most breath taking moments

you've been kept blind to.

I would start with your skin

just so you could truly feel and love it yourself.

I would start with you.

I would unlace that mask from your smile,

pull back the curtain,

paint every word with every color

on every inch and every scar

just so you will know, 

no matter what.

You are beautiful.

Reviews

[Corset]

Every once in a while you run across romantic poetry that speaks to the soul, this is one of those times. Loved this, beautiful and honest and very endearing.

[Andrew Rayne]

Thank you so much. :)
I really appreciate it! I have more stuff on my tumblr too.

[Corset]

i'll have to check it out ;)

[Cladine]

Some girls really has a low-esteem. And sometimes they really need someone to show or make them realize that they're wrong and also beautiful. I don't want to make it like all women are the same for respect but i think we really need something like this. Good job very provocative. :)