You say you love me,
You tell me I'm cute,
That I having meaning.
You say that you like my weirdness,
That I don't talk too much,
or that it makes you feel wanted,
That your comfortable around me.
I wish I could see it.
I wish I could understand why you love me.
That I could see myself from your lens,
rather than the worthless face I find in the mirror each morning.
I despise my fatness,
I hate my ugliness,
I tear apart myself each day,
ripping my own heart to shreds.
I know it's unhealthy,
that I'm just making things worse for myself,
But it's subconscious and all I know.
So I want to see myself by the light of your moon,
Understand why you could even say you feel the way you do,
Understand your need to kiss me all over,
and make a worthless being such as myself feel special.