You tell her she isn't fat, she'll tell you "Do you see this?" and pull out her gut.
You compliment her on her looks, she'll tell you "There's girls out there who look better than me."
Do you know why she isn't taking any of your compliments?
It isn't because she likes hearing it or wants you to keep repeating it,
but because she truly feels like she doesn't deserve the compliments being given to her.
She knows her own flaws better than anyone else,
and they stand out to her more then anybody else.
So when she looks at herself, she doesn't see what you see.
I want
you
I want your sleepy confused
look when you wake up.
I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night;
the blanket that wraps around you all night.
I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.
I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers.
I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted
with you.
I want to have differences between us.
I want your flaws.
All of them.
I want go into the deepest corners of your mind
and never get bored of you.
I want to be surprised by the new all the time.
I want to look at you like a
movie, a living piece of art;
always trying to chase what you crave …
and capture
you.
She looked in the mirror,
and saw one thing:
flaws.
He looked at her,
and saw one thing:
perfection.
I'm klutzy
I overthink things sometimes
I have a dark side
Sometimes I laugh too much
I'm kind of messy
I prefer to look natural
I make mistakes
I can't really cook that well
When I'm nervous I talk too much
I have many fears
I'm sometimes shy
I like to wear comfortable clothes
Sometimes I'm embarassing to be around
but the number one reason I don't have a boyfriend
is because I haven't found the right guy to accept me for all my flaws and love me for who I am
I have a feeling one day I'll find him and it will be worth the wait
Who is him?
Well he's not the star of the football team
He's not
Mr. popular
He's not the smartest in the class
He's not the most handsome guy
He's not rich
He's not a prince charming
He's not the class clown
The guy I fell in love with
Was the guy who listens to music all the time
He always has earbuds in
He always wears sweatshirts
But that doesn't fool me
I know what he has on his wrists
I know the pain he's going through
I know he's not happy with his life
I know he has family problems
I know he may drink or do other things to take away the pain
I know that sometimes he's so negative towards life
I know he doesn't want to live
I know all his flaws
But I love him
He may be the quiet guy with no one around him
But stereotypes are overrated
I want to spend the rest of my life with him
I want to wake up next to him
I want to do things with him
I want him to be in my life everyday so we can stay strong forever
He's not the "ideal" guy in fairytales
But he's so much better
if i see someone looking at me I instantly start listing countless flaws I have and convince myself that's what they're staring at
