Your scars mean nothing to me Your scars are in your head Your scars are what consume you Darling don't let them consume you for there are greater things to worry about than your imperfections For your imperfections are the reason I picked you Your perfections are amongst the imperfections even though you can't see past the imperfections we can The world can I can The head is a dangerous place Don't let it hate you For you are the stars, the constellations in my sky You are the beauty I see every day You are the sun rising every morning and the moon ascending at night You are the reason I smile The reason I laugh You are the universe in my little world You are everything that your imperfections are not.
I wrote this poem about something I love. Someone that doesn't love themself as much as I would love them to. I wish you could just see what everyone else can see.