They say Art is self expression. It is the way one expresses themselves.
When I look at you, I see art.
I see art in the way your hair flies with the wind. I see art in the way you helplessly try to tuck some behind your ear.
I see art in the way you align your books on the shelf, the way you arrange your plants. The way you dance in the rain. You are art in the way your single touch – drives me insane.
I see art in the way you disguise your fears, the way you hide your tears. The way you make your scars, the way you hide them, the way you revealed them to me that night.
I see art in the way your face lights up with the smallest gestures. The way you tip toe to whisper in my ears, sweet nothings which mean everything to me.
I see art in the way your eyes glitter,the way your laughter rings through my mind for days, like no music has ever done. You are art as your words are magic.
It is art the way you make my name sound, No one else ever could and never will. It is art the way your mere gaze opens doors into my soul. It is art how you make the broken pieces in me feel whole.
I see art in your messy wardrobe and your tidy desk. I see art in the everyday things you do.
It is you and your secret art that makes my heart flutter every time I hear your name.
You are the gallery and I am a foreign tourist with an all access pass.
You are an artpiece, to behold. To admire.
You are art for you stir in me, feelings I didn’t know existed. You are art in the way you blossomed into my life and I hardly remember what it felt like before “you” happened.
I constantly habour fears– I am scared that the day you leave, my canvas will be so full of your colours that no one would be able to repaint it. It would drip of you and rip them apart. They would claw at it in despair but the paint will always flake and reveal what you left.
You are art in the way you are. You are art in the way you changed me, you are art in the ways you reminded me of what I truly am. You are art in the way you unsettle me, the way you break me and then put back the pieces perfectly. You are art in yourself and an artist in the way you have painted my life in your colours. So beautiful and tranquil that I cannot imagine it without you.
You may not agree with what I feel, but if you ever saw yourself,through my eyes you would be dazzled.