You are more than the deepest scars on your legs,
Or the amount of times you got high over the summer.
You are more than your worst nights spent awake, shaking and crying.
You are more than how many days you've gone without eating, or how often you throw up.
You are so much more than the stories you tell of your own failures
To make other people feel better about theirs.
You are a beautiful work of art, that others wish they could replicate.

You are the tattoos that you wish to have over your scars,
To remember that you survived.
You are the nights you stayed awake talking to your loved ones about the good times.
You are the flavor of your favorite food,
Or the feeling you get when you drink your favorite tea.
You are the stories you tell of your favorite memories, laughing so hard you cry.
You are a beautiful work of art, that others wish they could replicate.

And I am completely, and wholeheartedly, in love with you.
In love with your scars.
In love with the way we talk to each other when we can't sleep at night.
In love with the things you eat when you're sad, and the things you drink to make you feel better.
In love with each and every single one of the stories you tell,
But especially the ones you smile through.
You are a beautiful work of art, that others wish they could replicate.