The beauty in the beast
The beauty in the beast
To strangers, I am broken glass,
sharp edges,
reflections of mistakes scattered in the
dirt.
They never pause to see the light
bending quietly inside the cracks.
They see the ink on my skin like warnings,
the nights I've lost to smoke and fire,
the weight of choices that stained my
name
a beast carved by mistakes, not by
chance.
Inside my heart blooms a secret garden,
roses of love with thorns of strength,
lilies of peace that calm the storm,
sunflowers turning always toward hope,
and violets, quiet but full of grace.
I am more than the shadows they whisper.
My soul holds flavors they'll never taste
like chocolate melting slow in the warmth,
a sweetness I've saved only for you.
I give the world my beast to survive,
but I give you the beauty they'll never see.
You are the one who softens my edges,
the one who knows the real me.
No one knows the weight I've carried,
the flaws carved deep into my name
but you've touched the ugliest parts of
me,
and still found something to love.
Your presence turns my scars to stories,
pain into something that breathes with
meaning.
Through your eyes, I am forgiven,
through your heart, I am reborn.
The world will never pause long enough
to see the light rising through my scars,
but you, my love, gather every fragment
and make me whole again.
I was the beast the streets created,
but with you I am the garden,
with you I am the sweetness,
with you I am finally seen.
So when the world remembers my
shadows,
I'll remember your light.
Because loving you is proof enough
that even a beast can be beautiful.
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