Unaware of what you're saying
You show affection
Unaware of the depth of your words
You open yourself to danger

The function of the heart is to pump blood through your body
It allows you to live
Breathe

But
If your heart becomes toxic
You no longer
Live
Breathe
Easily

Beware of the threats of choosing hearts
They can be detrimental to your everything or sometimes beneficial.

all my struggles
all my attempts
are useless

continually
i plead with you to understand
that you are beautiful

i try to explain that you are beautiful
but there is always something
always someone better
that miraculously steals all your beauty just because they are beautiful
!??

i wish i could take a dagger
stab myself
and use my blood to paint
"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL"
-
on every doubt you have
on every wall that you have built around yourself
on anything that can fit 3 simple words
that basically mean
-
listen
r e a d
b e a u t i f u l
?
heard it before
?
i call you that every time
now believe me already

An artist paints a masterpiece.
Uses colour to represent intention and desire.
A highly detailed piece of art becomes his centrepiece,
his everything.

Occasionally he drops colour all around him.
Every colour at his disposal becomes mixed and splattered.

What has been used to create you is now the substance of new imagery;
A new art piece created on the floor called:
'A representation of my feelings for you'.

I risk it all to have it all;
The be all and end all.
Clichés like unmutual love
Show you what I'd do for love.

Fight with your all,
But sink deeper,
Further from who you call
your all.

Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.

Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.

Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.

Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.

The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.

Your beauty marks;
Scars formed in the process of obtaining beauty, forming a constellation that makes up my universe.