being loved VS being understood

"Being Loved vs. Being Understood"

If I’m a piece of art,

why fix my flaws?

Why smooth the edges

that speak of where I’ve been?

If I’m beautiful,

why change my colors?

Why dull my vibrance

to match your idea of perfect?

I am hues you haven’t yet named,

textures you can’t explain.

If my cracks are one of a kind,

why cover them?

Each split tells a story,

each fracture makes me whole.

Why hide them like they’re something to be ashamed of?

If you love me,

why don’t you understand?

Love is a gesture,

a promise kept in your hands.

But understanding is a language

spoken without words,

felt in silence.

Because love,

isn’t as deep as understanding.

Love says, "I want you close."

But understanding says, "I see you,

and I’m not afraid of your truth."

You won’t see my beauty

as anything more than a collectible.

You won’t see my cracks

as bravery,

or my smudges

as proof of being real.

So if you understand,

why hide what makes me me?

Why disguise the parts

that shape my soul?

Because being loved

isn’t the same

as being understood.