stop being fooled by what seems to be there
dig deep and look into my eyes
you claim to know me
but are blind to the sadness
that I hide behind my smile
you knew of my problem
that included making art
on a canvas
that is my skin
the dark was gone
but slowly crept its way back
engulfing the light that you offered
thank you for saving me
but no one can save me
now that there is no light left
to find me in this dark room

I think you're lovely
I know you don't feel like you are
but I really wish you could see through my perspective
because I catch the glimmer in your eyes
when you see your nephew running towards you
or the grin that widens across your face when you get to help someone who is in need
even though you might not have much to give
I think you're lovely because I get to witness all the little parts of you
that define who you are
Such as the way you constantly tap your pencil when you're trying to focus
or when you involuntarily bounce your leg rapidly up and down
the way your lips move when you talk
and the way you hold me tighly against you when it's time to go
but most of all
I think you're lovely
because you make me feel lovely too