Maybe my idea of beauty
            is different
    than yours
  Maybe my idea of perfection
            is not about what's less
       but about what's more
  Maybe my eyes can see through skin
     into the heart, soul and mind
              that's deep within
     Maybe, just maybe
             looking at what's inside
      is where we should all begin

Sometimes, you haunt my dreams
I wake up, barely able to breathe
Maybe that's why I find it so hard to sleep
I can't help but keep the door locked
It's like I'm being mocked
Your shadow is stalking my routine
Every daily thing holds some bad memory
I really just wish you'd die in that cell
After everything you did to me
You deserve to go to Hell

I can't seem to shake this little quiver
          where my heart aches
   that leaves me with doubts
            and no faith,
        I don't wanna believe
     this is all another mistake
          but this tiny little voice says
                    it's all fake.
    It's in the back of mind,
      I think of all the other times,
             it scares me
   cause I want you as mine.
      Everyday that you say you love me,
            the voice gets a little quieter
and every time you say I'm beautiful,
         my eyes get a little brighter
    and every time I hear your voice,
the weight on my shoulders
              gets a little lighter.

There may have been
Something unholy
About his eyes, but
God!
How I worshipped him!