Beautifully ordered chaos.
That is what he called me.
Like an overgrown flower garden.
From afar all you see are the flaws;
Scattered, secretive, excitable, overwhelming.
But upon close inspection,
One can detect a slight order.
Splotches of color and variety.

But to see any true beauty,
You can't just view it from the outside.
You have to get within.
You have to fully know it.
And when you get inside,
That is when you see the beauty.

He saw my beauty where others saw only chaos.
But he also saw my chaos,
It is a part of me.
And he thought it was beautiful.
He thought I was beautiful.
He saw all my flaws,
And accepted them.
Accepted me.