Even just for a day. Because,
instead of broken, they'd see healed and polished,
Instead of quiet, they'd see thoughtful and collected
Instead of seeing you for your past and what you used to be, they'd see you for who you really are, underneath the surface. For who you're trying to become,
They wouldn't pay attention to all of the lies that have been told, they would listen to and seek for the truth about you,
They wouldn't spend their time examining the little puzzle piece, they would look at the beauty of the whole picture. How every flaw and imperfection fit into the puzzle too.
They wouldn't judge you the way they do now. And it kills me to think that they can't see you the way I do,
Because these are my eyes.
And by doing what they do, and judging the way they judge and thinking the way they think, they're missing out on
You.
You're always running through my my mind, stomping around, making noise, and giving me headaches,
Headaches because you're always on my mind,
And even when I think you're not, I'm still thinking about you not being there.
You always seem to find your way back through the back door of my mind,
But you don't stop there, because to you it's not enough to constantly be the focus of my brain activity,
You have to send your army of butterflies to remind me that I'm falling... fast and hard.
Maybe it's that look you have when you're smiling,
Maybe it's your laugh,
Maybe it's the way you say you're proud of me,
But... It just might be... the way you say good morning...
or the way you say goodnight,
Or the way that you hold me. Safe and protected.
Or maybe it's the way you make me feel wanted. Needed. Loved.
Maybe it's the stop lights.
Or the way you listen to me talk on and on about nothing, and still give me that look,
The one that makes my heart pound.
You want to know what's on my mind?
Well here you go.
It's been you all along.
Girl, this is amazing!
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