Beauty in Chaos

I'm always the one left broken but I find destruction beautiful, maybe that's my problem

I have never found beauty in flawlessness

Chaos had proven far more mesmerizing

It is in hair that’s unruly and windblown in every direction

strands falling in front of dark eyes

Not dark in color, it's the light behind their eyes;

the fire behind is pitch black yet still burning

It is in smiles that are lopsided and carefree

revealing their teeth that don’t sit in a still and perfect row

in the same mouth that can spit poison as quick as it can lick wounds

It is in voices that are like thunder, loud and booming

thick with rain until there is no storm left inside-

they leave behind wreckage and gain a raw throat

It is in skin covered with scars of stories sometimes better left untold

but remain screaming underneath clothes

showing physical proof of how much pain they have bared

in their short time here

I fall in love with people who, like me, are broken

incapable of loving without scorching everything near them to ash

burning all that is known to them

in hopes it might melt their lovers feet to the ground

lest they find someone less damaged

I have never been awestruck by calm, sunny days

but I have been struck breathless by hurricanes of every making

You are a hurricane wrapped in flesh, impossible to not adore

impossible to not surrender to the destruction that awaits

Author's Note

I feel pretty good about this one. Feel free to leave any constructive criticism and reviews <3