How could you love this skin i'm in

I don’t even love this skin myself

Rough are these patches

Millions of scratches

Months till they go away

Yet you see beauty anyway

Shallow you are not

Yet my mind ponders on what those eyes see

What those hands feel

The insecure fruits of my basket overflow

As you run your fingers over my imperfections

Imperfections that you deemed perfect because somehow

You see beauty anyway

And though there is so much more for the eyes to see

Everyday you set your eyes on me

Very interesting I would say

That you call me beautiful everyday

But still, I wish you didn’t have to touch

What I think I see

Because imperfect portraits are painted in this mind of thee

I hope that portrait goes away

So I can say that I am perfect for you in every way

But I guess that feeling will come another day

When beautiful can see herself