a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

maybe

i find it strange.

you don't like the things i like,
and your music taste is much more unique.
and maybe your eyes don't get lost in mine,
the same way that yours remind me of the beach.

maybe you don't see my face the same,
because yours is so perfect and blooming,
each and every way.

tiny scars and freckles scatter the skin,
but that's okay, because real beauty is within.
but do you see me as more than a body?
more than a shaky, scared, skeleton?

because i see you as more than yourself.
and to be honest, i'd really like
to get to know the person you hide behind
quirky remarks and awful jokes.

i don't know where i was supposed to go
with this,
but i hope you know that i'm here for you.