Colorblind Rainbows..

Colorblind Rainbows

I feel beautiful today
knowing i found god
metaphorically speaking
as i listened to the descent
of petals discarded
from ivory limbs
their gasping for air
and inability to exhale
makes me realize
what it means to be truly beautiful.
I find beauty in the destruction of fairytales
through snow white's trials with amnesia
knowing beauty didnt find the beast beautiful.
[my inability to be whole is what comforts me the most]
In drowned hallways decorated with peppermint crayons
through abnormal affairs
with nicotine rings and soiled stars,
i shatter to pieces on apathetic clouds
the remnant of something worthwhile
embedded under worn fingernails.
[my inability to be considered beautiful]
I wouldn't trade any of it
even if i could converse with rotten skies
even if anhydrous mouths
could teach me what i already know.
I wish to reside on the backspin of shooting meteorites
to dwindle down on the slopes of colorblind rainbows
to compromise with egotistical butterflies.
I wouldn't trade any of this
even if i could shower myself beautiful
just for one moment
with the trials and tribulations of falling stars.