I m a Mess But You Loved Me Like a Masterpiece

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

My hands still shake when silence grows,
And every mirror shows my ghosts.
I wore my pain like armor tight -
'Til you looked at me and said, “You’re mine.”

I’d walk for miles just to hide the cracks,
Drown my fears in midnight tracks.
But you saw past the smoke and noise -
You kissed my scars and called them choice.

I’m a mess - but you loved me like a masterpiece,
Turned my wreckage into worth with gentle peace.
Where I saw failure, shame, disgrace,
You found a soul worth saving grace.
With every fall, with every plea,
You made my broken parts sing free.
I was lost - but you believed,
And loved me like I’d never leave.

I came to you with fists half-clenched,
Heart like glass, too scared to be touched.
I pushed you hard, I lied, I ran -
But you stayed through every plan.
You brought me coffee in the rain,
Sat beside me through the pain.
Didn’t fix me, didn’t preach -
Just held me down when I couldn’t reach.
Said, “Your rage? It’s just grief in disguise,”
And for the first time, I stopped denying my cries.

I told you, “Leave before I break,”
But you just smiled and took my ache.
Said, “I don’t want perfect - I just want you,
Even the parts that feel askew.”

I’m a mess - but you loved me like a masterpiece,
Turned my silence into strength, my war to peace.
Where I saw ruin, you saw fire,
Lit my soul with your desire.
With every scar, with every plea,
You turned my chaos into poetry.
I was wrecked - but you held fast,
And loved me back from the past.

You danced with me on laundry nights,
Hummed our song beneath dim lights.
Framed my scribbled, drunken verse -
Said, “This is art. This is verse.”
You saw the boy behind the man,
The one who thought he wasn’t planned.
And slowly, through your steady gaze,
I started seeing better days.
Not fixed, not whole - but safe, alive,
Because you chose to stay and fight.

Now when storms roll in and I retreat,
You don’t chase - you wait, complete.
You whisper low, “Come home to me,
You don’t have to be okay to be.”
And in your arms, the armor falls -
No need to shout. No need for walls.
You didn’t change me - you just knew
The man I was… and loved him true.

I’m a mess - but you loved me like a masterpiece,
Every crack you called divine, every wound released.
Where I broke down, you built up,
Filled my cup when it ran out.
With every lie, with every flee,
You loved the truth inside of me.
I was shattered - but you believed,
And loved me like I was complete.

So if I stumble, if I bend,
Just take my hand and call me yours again.
‘Cause even when I’m torn apart,
You still see the work of art.
And maybe… just maybe…
I’m learning to see it too -
All because of you.