These aching muscles

These aching muscles
This chaos I call hair
This chipped blue fingernail polish
I claim is beauty
See this scarred skin
See these sunken blue eyes
See my chapped lips
Can't you see my seasons?
Dripping with experience
Shivering with pain
and smile at pleasant memory
Know this pen and paper
See my heart exposed
And how can I keep writing
when the words aren't enough?