Conceited

I look to good to be wearing that. I look to good to be having kids. I look to good to be getting rough. I look to good to just settle for less than i'm worth. I look to good to just holla at anyone. To give my love away to someone who doesn't deserve it. I look to good to stay in an abusive relationship. I look to good to be nervous when i'm near you. But I am and it scares me. When it comes to you and me my confidence goes so low it's crazy. Maybe it's because your a mystery. I look into your eyes and I can't read them. Maybe it's because your opinion matters most. Your words could break me and because of that i'm so fragile. I look to good to be doubting myself. But when I get around you I doubt everything. Being in love is making me less concieted and more real. I'm not concieted just confident but around you I have no idea what I am. Concieted not even. I run in the dirt and put on unironed jeans. My image is whatever I want it to be. I am a modest person who doesn't fish for compliments. Sometimes i'm insecure. Sometimes I think you don't notice or care. But that's just me being myself.