In Your Eyes
I want to know what I look like in your eyes.
Because in mine all I see is insecurities.
Do you see me?
Or do you see the disguise I put on to hide the real me?
You say that you love everything about me when I can't even find something I love about myself.
What do you see?
I see the ugly monster.
But do you see what I see?
If you could give me your eyes for just a moment, so I could see myself through your eyes.
Then maybe I could love myself.
Do you love me even when I'm a mess?
Do you love me while I cry?
Do you still love me while I spill my emotions?
What do you see in me that I can't even see in myself?
Do you feel the same about yourself?
Do you want to know how I see you through my eyes?
Your skin is perfect, like the pale moon in the sky.
Your eyes are deep like the ocean, holding all of your emotions.
Your hair is perfect like a soft bed of leaves.
The color of bark on a tree.
I love everything about you.
I love everything I see through my eyes.
But am I just seeing your disguise?
Why do you hide?
Do you hide because I do too?
What if we both took off out disguises?
What if we traded eyes?
So we can see what the other sees in us.
The flaws and the perfection.
We can stop hiding from each other.
I want to see the other side of you like the moon always hides a piece of herself.
I want to see myself through your eyes.
I want to know what you think of me.
I love everything about you.
I love looking at you.
I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.
I love the way you smile.
I love the way you laugh.
But still, I wonder what you love about me.
I wish you would tell me how you feel because the way you act confuses me.
Do you love me like I love you?
How do you see me?
What do your eyes see?
Copyright © Raven Rodriguez | Year Posted 2023
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