A happy you, is what I see.
A happy you, is what I pray for.
But a happy you is what hurts to see.
A breathtaking beauty, by your side.
A little soul, made by you and her,
floating inside her.
Her arms wrapped around yours,
Your eyes fixed on her,
like she's the best thing that
ever happened to you.
She's the home you couldn't find in me.
The safe haven, I was never able to live up to.
The warmth you can be so sure
would never leave you,
and would never burn you.
She's everything I'm not,
and everything I wasn't.
She's not afraid to love you,
and not afraid to be loved by you.
She runs,
but not away from you,
she runs towards you.
And she stands her grounds,
right by your side.
Because she's sure,
so sure of you.
She's not me,
and maybe
that's what makes you love her the most.
She's not me,
She's safe.
She's giving.
And
She lets you in.
She's not me,
she'll let you have all of her,
including her broken pieces.
Because she's not afraid of what you'll see.
Because she knows that you won't see her as broken.
She'll always be perfect sight
in your eyes,
like I once was.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
