I don’t understand how you cant see it,
how you are so blind to the things that I see.
A beautiful mind awaits behind the tortured eyes,
the pain of which is only partially hidden,
but almost invisible,
at those rare times when you smile or laugh.
Each passing day,
I feel closer to you,
and I find myself searching for you,
waiting for you.
There is nothing to describe the comfort I feel,
the happiness and joy when I’m with you.
When I see myself, smiling,
reflecting in your eyes,
it isn’t me,
it can’t be.
The dancing eyes,
cheeks flushed from laughing;
genuinely happy.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it before,
maybe it was your absence that made me notice,
but I never thought it was possible to feel like this.
You’re the only one that sees your flaws,
that could possibly dream of hating you,
but I love you,
so that makes up for it.