You say you like the way my lips curl into a smile,
and the way my snake bites fit my lips,
and the way my mostly emerald eyes become chinked up.
You say you like my curly purple hair,
even with the streaks of  royal blue and dark grey.
You say you barely notice the bags underneath my eyes,
or that weird little hip dip of mine.
Instead you notice the vibrancy and life you say my eyes contain,
and that weird little hip dip of mine, is nonexistent in your eyes.

It all simply baffles me.
I don't get it.
Even at my worst you can't say I don't look perfect.
What do you see that I don't?

Maybe you see in me what I see in you.