can you see
beneath layers of cute?
beneath layers of inadvert lies?
[i don't love myself most of the time.]
can make me feel
it is possible.
[for me to feel beautiful, not just to seem so in some one else's eyes.]
and it's not that i am against the idea.
just a question of ..
[that sounds so.. -wishy-washy, easily-changed]
you there, love,
please don't be that way when it comes to me.
[even though it'll never change the way i feel about you, love.]
and i'm smiling, love, as i write your name
a thousand times in cursive.
and i wonder it came from being mememe
it slides off my tongue like a snake gathering jealousy.
why do i still think these thoughts?
[you've never done nothing wrong, love, it's just me]
stay, stay, and tell me what you see.