Unnamed

Do you see my face When you close your eyes? Is it my hair you smell When you breath in? Is my skin the softness You thought it would be Or do you image differently? Are my eyes the ones you meet When you look around? You have been searching For the one you found But am I the one When you stop looking Around? Till this day I had not doubted But when your eyes Grazed over mine It was like they had never met. It may be my insecurities & it may be my crazy But deep down inside I know that maybe, there may be a chance That I may not be Envisioning madness.

That this sadness I bury myself in May not be insecurities talking back to me.