Would you think that I'm crazy if you were to know what it was like inside my head? Would you think I'm crazy if you read everything I've written about you? What would you think of me if you had to see me behind the closed doors of the place I call home? What if I had nothing to give would you stay or leave once you see that I have nothing to offer? Oh, how I hope and pray that you don't What about me do you like Do you even know me can you see me or are you just looking at the outside view? Is it because I'm pretty maybe as you put it or is it because of my personality or maybe even my body that attracted you you see I don't know people like pretty things do they not no matter how much they deny it Would you still love me if you had to see my scars and all the marks that make their way along my body every indent and imperfect thing that I carry tell me would you still love me and tell me would you still love me if I was buried and bruised would you still love meAnd if so why what is there to love? Maybe I'm just being negative but I truly wish to know if I'm just another pretty face to you there for the time being what if you don't actually like me and you're just stringing me along for the occasional time being When I look at you I don't look at your flaws yes your flaws everybody has them but I don't take note of them because in my eyes you're perfect yes there are times when I get upset with you or times when you make me confused or sad or even empty but it's okay I love you for you not because of what others have said or what I've heard but because it's you there has never been a dull day when I'm with you and there has never been a day when I haven't smiled after seeing your message. There's never been a day when I haven't been missing you or even thinking about you not once you're constantly on my mind no matter the time Do you even think of me that way yes I know you say that you do but do you sometimes it feels as though you look right past me you see me but you don't hear or acknowledge me or my existence as though I'm of no importance to you tell me why I wish to understand how your mind works and how you think I wish to understand in a way that no one else can but I don't think I'm capable of that am I now?
-Liam
by Leigh
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The Time Everything Changed
Poesíaa collection of short poems which each tell its own story