You have all my pics
Even the ones that I am tempted to hide
I don’t know why you collect mine!
You can see the dark circles
The double chin
The open pores
The growing eyebrows
The smudged Kajal
And you ask for close ups!
Then you say “Wow”!
I can’t find anything wow like there, but you can.
Maybe it’s just how you look at me
Maybe it’s just your eyes
I do find myself pretty
But never thought someone else would too
I am confident enough to know what to wear and how to carry them
But never thought someone would get my style too
Is this what you mean when you say “I love you”?
Or is this just another one of those things that make you you.
And then there’s this warm fuzzy feeling that I feel when I think of you
That threatens to overpower all reason and logic
Your tiny jibes hurt me so bad! It’s so disproportionate that it’s not fair to both you and I
And your little bit of love, leaves me breathless
Is this love? This disproportionate impact?
And then
You finally call me and say
Why the fuck weren’t you answering your phone
And then immediately calm down when I say i was talking to mom
This disproportionate insecurity that you feel, is this love?
Are you afraid that “I” will never call you back?
I want to tell you,
That in this,
You have all the power.
But then the power of love is what I am counting on.
I think I am falling in love.
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