I cough when I lie,
it's like the idea of deceiving you is sickening.
I don't make eye contact when I exaggerate,
I don't want to be able to tell if you see through the story I'm spinning.
I want so desperately for you to see me and love me for who I am, not for whatever picture of myself I paint.
I feel like I see you, the real you, when you focus on something or someone else and forget to compose yourself for me.
I wish I could just say "I see you, and you're beautiful".
I crave authenticity, yet keep authoring falsity.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
I cough when I lie,
it's like the idea of deceiving you is sickening.
I don't make eye contact when I exaggerate,
I don't want to be able to tell if you see through the story I'm spinning.
I want so desperately for you to see me and love me for who I am, not for whatever picture of myself I paint.
I feel like I see you, the real you, when you focus on something or someone else and forget to compose yourself for me.
I wish I could just say "I see you, and you're beautiful".
I crave authenticity, yet keep authoring falsity.
I'm never really able to confess my feelings, it's a problem, lol.
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