hue of you

g °

she has fair skin

mine sometimes crack out of dryness

she is an epitome of kindness and intelligence

i am just a mere human gasping for words to construct a sentence

she possess everything your ideal girl looks like

i can't even look at the mirror
and utter,
“she is pretty good enough”

but you told me not to worry

i let my guards down for its permanent visitor

you

but why does everytime i ask you

“do you still love her?”

you'll smile before the horizon that became the witness of our story

    “i love you

but maybe,
a little bit
for her”

but why am i still here