My Original Works

Beauty

What is beauty?

Is it the way their eyes sparkle in the light of the sun and moon as they share their deepest, darkest secrets they've trapped in the depths of their soul only to release them like butterflies during a wedding? The eyes that shine the brightest as they look back at you with the same passion and love that you've hidden inside you for ten years before they finally expressed the same mutual feelings that you've kept from them? The shiny tears that spill from the downcast orbs, be it from a joke that was too much to bear or something that was bottled for far too long?

What is beauty?

Is it the smile you see as their cheeks are painted in a lovely shade of pink while you stare at them from afar? The dazzling teeth that shine as the two of you sit together in the photo-booth and think of all the funny poses you could make to capture that one special moment? The lips that are upturned into that smirk that makes your heart swoon more and more the longer you look and the longer you swoon the dizzier you get, and the dizzier you get the more you almost fall, and all the swooning makes you lightheaded and makes you remember....

What is beauty to you?

Was I not beautiful enough for you?

You've lost your chance.

Now?

Now I spin in lovely circles as I playfully dance in the rain that trails down my face and falls like teardrops onto the earthy floor, falling for the ground as I had fallen for you all the while ago.

Now I dress up in things that I feel comfortable wearing because I know that there is no one I must impress on a daily basis; my hair falls in frizzy waves like the waves we watched crash onto the sandy coast as you said, in the convincing tone that I believed with every fiber of my being, "I love you". Everyone thought that I would come crashing down as the waves had on our sand castle on that day, but I've come to see.

I've come to see real beauty.

And it doesn't need you to thrive.