art

he is art
and not everyone understands art
though i have learned to appreciate
every corner of him
from the curl of his enigmatic smile
to the rough edges he does not bother hiding
and the crook of his neck hides all the best memories
even when my world is rocking back and forth on the edge
somehow i always find peace in his arms
i have noticed that from every angle
there is a different him to be seen
strange as it seems
they all look the same to me
though most would not agree
but they do not know
how i can spot him in the crowd
just by looking for the crown of his head
or into his eyes
because they tell stories that only the both of us know
people laugh because they do not understand
though i wish they never will
this is a secret i wish to keep to myself
how i can find home in just one look of an eye

he is art
hung on walls written with regrets
people walk by and turn to glance
but they do not stay to admire him
and i wonder how they can resist
not resting their eyes on god's masterpiece
his skin is canvas
and i paint it with everything i have
he speaks all the words i long for
his voice seamlessly intertwines me with him
i am astonished at how a single tone
can drag me to the bottom of everything i've built
he is perfection folded into human form
one i cannot find the right words to attach to
he is everything yet nothing
he leaves me overwhelmed and empty at the same time
he carves agony on my heart
and i let him do it
they say this is what art does to you