Perhaps, you could only perceive me, among the crowd
to give the glee,
the butterflies
the stars
and the moonlight.
Perhaps, I was the one who could make you sightless and oblivious to the cosmic flaws I possessed
to never be able to notice the slight insecurity that creeps in
when I laugh
or smile
of not having that unblemished, perfect silhouette of the lips.
To never be able to notice the slight timidity that creeps in
when I recite some blissful moments in a loud, excited tone
“you have the timber of a guy”
remarks like such
don’t bother except
making me more uncommunicative
mute
muter
day by day.
Perhaps, you are naive
rather
laughable
To only pick me out of the clique.
Perhaps, you’ve not seen the world at all
the pretty
attractive
and oh, those girls with the perfect curves,
faultless features.
Perhaps, I love you too.
I love you too,
because I am a girl born with the flaws
spreading my vision in each corner
ever since
trying to find someone to love me too
like it happens in romantic movies.
And now that, I am convinced all of it is actually taking place in real,
I love you.
With all the tiniest of the pieces of my heart
that try to reach the trail which leads to you,
With the eyes that rummage around for you
With Me,
Who has lost everything to you.
And still
I doubt
I doubt if all this is merely a dream that awaits the surpassing end to, once again
once again
shatter it all and leave me broken,
Defeated
Crushed.