Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]

L i k e A P a i n t i n g

Someone told me I look like a painting

So I thought about it
A painting?

Like someone tried to cover up my imperfections by a bright color
To somehow tell others that I was, infact,

Beautiful

Like the displays in an art gallery
where all you could hear was

Beautiful,

Beautiful,

Beautiful

How do you even know how a painting is made?
Before it was called beautiful,

It was

Empty

It was empty to smudged,

Dirty, uneven,

Imperfect

But after all the trials and confusions

It was

Breathtaking

So I replied,

"Thank You"

But then I asked why was I like a painting
And he said,

"Because you are beautiful"

I almost laughed when I heard it
Me? Beautiful?

It was like someone made a inside joke I couldn't quite understand

Because I always thought,

I was an unfinished one

In a stage where, someone painted me, but couldn't quite get the job done
Because maybe he was bored and uninterested

Like an idea that didn't happen

Rejected

Like the ones who were piled up that could't make it to the gallery

A mission aborted

A discontinued project

A half-way trip

That never made it to the finish line

So I asked again,

"If so, why am I beautiful?"

This time, he smiled and told me,

"Paintings aren't just supposed to be

beautiful. It's supposed to make you

feel something. And if it's making you

feel something, isn't that Beautiful

enough?"

Like a painting, I was called beautiful.

Even though beauty may not start with the word flawless.

And although I didn't belong in the gallery,

I am a masterpiece.

Inspired by Eleanor&Park by Rainbow Rowell