It sounds like a lie when you say I love you.
But you’re better than that.
But I can’t believe the you I love could love the me I’m stuck being.
Someone so insightful couldn’t dissect my defects and still have any respect for me.
By now you’d know where this is going to go.
Can reflection of you in my eyes really be enough beauty for you?
I promise if you’ll be with me each morning.
One day I’ll stop waking up.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
It sounds like a lie when you say I love you.
But you’re better than that.
But I can’t believe the you I love could love the me I’m stuck being.
Someone so insightful couldn’t dissect my defects and still have any respect for me.
By now you’d know where this is going to go.
Can reflection of you in my eyes really be enough beauty for you?
I promise if you’ll be with me each morning.
One day I’ll stop waking up.