I've always longed to be a poem that moved people.
I've always wanted to be an art piece constructed of rhymes and metaphors.
I've always wanted to be something beautiful, yet I thought I lost that when I lost you.
I didn't know that beauty lied within me
Whenever you looked my way, your eyes seemed to glisten, and I thought that was beauty  
I thought beauty was all the words you've ever told me.
I thought beauty was embedded into promises of forevers that were always reassured with always
I didn't know that beauty was found in my eyes whenever I looked your way
Or in the countless letters I've written to you
Or the words I promised to only you,  
I didn't know that beauty was my heart and how It gave and gave, only to be unappreciated
Do not mistake my confidence for arrogance, for even that, is a form of beauty.
I didn't realize I was beauty, until I wallowed in my broken
My pieces were also a form of beauty that I learned to appreciate and love, scars and all
And so I loved myself back to whole again,
And I saw beauty, in everything
Mostly myself
In the little cracks of my heart
In my mind

And I may owe all of that to you