tell me, artists
you who change sunlight into an expression of forgiveness
perfection blooming on an imperfect canvas, light dripping from its seams for us to love.
you who've had your hearts broken so many times that if you were anybody else, you would be bleeding onto a charcoal sky wishing the ocean would take your hand and pull you under
but instead you rise; you take the pieces and frame them, a gallery of fractures born where we can all look at the art you have made yourself become
you who fall in love quietly, write everything down, bless your lovers with poetry so beautiful it glows
how do you find the words?
you whose voices start revolutions, shake the earth and make flowers grow from nothing
tell me, artists
how does it feel to love so beautifully?
