Becoming Beautiful

She was beautiful

Not in the way that some have

Crystal clear ocean eyes

A double zero on a jean tag

Or waves of gold

Cascading over shoulders

She was beautiful in the way

She danced alone in her room

And got lost in her books

Curled up on the couch with tea

On Sunday afternoons

She was beautiful

For smiling at people who just

Looked like they were hurting

Yes

She was a delicate kind of beautiful

But was is an important word

You see,

She strived to be

The other beautiful

With ocean eyes

Double zero tags

And golden waves

I guess she slowly lost time

To dance alone in her room

And get lost in books

Curled up on the couch with tea

On Sunday afternoons

And the ones who were broken

Smile at her

Because they know that

Now

She's the one that's hurting