Weird.
Funny.
Stupid.
Crazy.
The words attached to you by other people.
And the saddest thing is that you believe them
And you lower yourself
And hate yourself
To entertain the masses.

Quiet.
Thoughtful.
Witty.
Loving.
That is who you are to me.
And as you rest your weary head
While we hide away from sight,
You whisper calm intellect
That make my thoughts just stop.

Awkward.
Cute.
Nervous.
Bubbly.
Some of what I feel
When I think of you.
And it's like a beautiful electricity
One that invigorates and illuminates my soul,
And in that moment I love you.

Uncomfortable.
Strained.
Jolting.
Cold.
It's not what we should be.
But while you hide away
My favourite facets of your glittering self,
That will be what you receive from me.
Your reflection.