Onyx Poem by Maya Hanson

What's it like being beautiful?
I hope I didn't catch you off guard
with that question
I drink the mischief in your eyes
like it's the best medicine
and I can't help but bury
every inch of my skin in your gaze

What's it like being beautiful?
I'd rather you not hide
behind a sheet of hair
it makes you look uncertain

You're not uncertain,
you've figured everything out
and you're just waiting for
everyone to catch up with you

I can see the onyx glitter in your eyes
like half his heart and half her hair
You're a patchwork combination
of every person who's left blood on my hands,
all of them minus the kryptonite,
all the good luck charms
I wanted to keep in my pocket,
without the flaws they left behind

What's it like being beautiful?
You capture all my breaths
before I breathe them,
let them shimmer in your veins
like you're trying to decipher me

All I know is onyx understands me
better than anyone
as you hold it in your twilight glow
It's perfect and broken
like I wish I was with you
and finally when you hold me I realize you are not onyx,
you are everything at once
and that black is just the crown I get to touch
when I tear myself apart trying to make you whole

What's it like being beautiful?
I wish you could answer
but you just leave me clues,
fitting for a combination
of onyx and emerald and sandstone and gravel and
I lock eyes with your hidden smile
Don't you know that even patchwork is beautiful?