Mistaken

Do not let him mistake you for a puzzle, you are art.

You don't need his hands to put you together, to fill your empty spaces
You don't need him to look at you as part of something bigger, something to complete.

You are a goddamn painting, you are not meant to be understood.
You are not designed to be pretty.

You are art.
Art isn't supposed to be an answer to a question or the question itself.
Art simply is.

You make people feel things they had long forgotten how to feel.
No do not let him mistake you as something he can create, you are whole on your own.
Every piece of you is a painting shaped by yourself, dipping your fingers in the sunset and painting your soul to your pleasing. You are a canvas that can only be changed by you.

Do not let him mistake you as a muse,
You are not a reflection of what he sees in you.
You are not up to interpretation.
You are your own muse, your own self portrait.

He cannot paint or create things he cannot understand, and you aren't meant to be understood.

You are not meant to be admired.
You are not meant to be collected.

You are a goddamn masterpiece and you are meant to simply exist.
You are not intended to catch passerbys eyes,
You are not created to be praised.

You are too full and too large and too complex for surface level gazes.

Your greatness is lost on the idle minds who cannot comprehend your depth.
You are Monet and Van Gogh, beyond your time.

Do not let him mistake you for something you are not,
Do not let him believe that he has any hand in your brilliance or making,

You are art.
You are a masterpiece.
You are every form of art in this world and all that it represents.

Do not let a man who has held a paintbrush or a pen or clay in his hands tell you what you are.

You are your own creator, and he will never fanthom the intricate design your artwork body possesses.