You say there's a method to your madness
as you

brush my bristled edges
so that i may be radiant as a rose
my imperfections unimportant
as long as you

Magnify my Magic
Hide my Hideous
Bury my Burdens
Mistake my Madness
Omit my Ugly

Thus Creating

Whimsy out of Wonder
Hope out of Hatred
Love out of Ludicrously

DESTROY ME
in order to
DISCOVER ME

but how can i be a proper muse
when reality doesn't recognize
your daydream design of me?

this portrait you've painted has me walking on a mountains edge
terrified that one day you will awaken to find
the petals you've planted perished
pauperish not princess-esque