Romanticization of Pain is Something all Poets and Artists are Guilty of

Could you form a story with my scars?

Rearrange the lines, 

Shape them into a memoir

Of their own design? 

Could you paint a picture with my bruises?

Replicate the tones,

Erase the excuses

Until they eradicate the pain,

And I am left alone?

Could you accept that I am 

Romanticizing my pain?

For the inept sake of 

Poetry,

For the vain sake of 

Art

Could you realize that the

Annihilation of oneself

May take heart,

That the creation

May subserve,

But not being able to

Take care of myself

Without destruction

Deserves no admiration?