Beautiful

To those who call people beautiful in random moments: you are bright rays of sunshine on a cold, windblown day.

You call me pretty at the random-est moments,
 Moments when I'm a mess,
 Moments, when I'm lost
 Lost in the glaring realities of the world
 You pull me out of that
 And take me to a mirror world
 You call me pretty in the dullest mornings,
 Mornings when I'm rushed,
 Mornings, when everywhere I see is grey,
 And you spill colors all over that
 And paint me a rainbow,
 You call me pretty in hot afternoons,
 Afternoons where I am exhausted
 Afternoons, where every minute is a drag
 And you give me something to be energetic for
 You call me pretty in the darkest nights,
 Nights when even the moon is afraid of the dark,
 Nights, when I miss the other me
 Nights, when the wind plays tricks with me
 And shows me your smiling eyes
 And your parted lips
 And your warm breath
 Steady, yet rushed,
 Passionate, yet cold
 Nights, when the stars fade and the clouds clear
 When there's nothing to distract me
 When you can comfort my demons
 And come to me
 Uninhibited
 Pure
 Complete
 You call me beautiful
 At the cruel dawn
 When every ray of the rising sun,
 Reminds me of that dawn
 When you'd gone
 You call me beautiful
 From the deep wrinkles of my almost erased memory
 And I
 Like a fool
 Believe you
 Because you and only you
 Ever witnessed me at work
 Ever saw what I was
 Because you and only you
 Were able to destroy me
 Completely.