Miserable At Best
To Brendon.
Miserable At Best
They say someone can’t be perfect. That’s not true. People who say that clearly don’t know you.
From your bright brown eyes, to your perfectly swooped hair, a person like you, is rarer than rare.
The way your eyes light up when you speak about something you love, the way your voice sounds like, an angel from above.
You make me smile, when you even just talk to me. I wish you saw how lovely you are, just as I see.
You’re intelligent and actually have a heart. That’s what sets you and most other guys apart.
When I saw you, I realized you were as perfect as could be. Then when you rolled up your sleeves and I saw your scars, I realized you were perfect for me.
You say how can I love you. You don’t think you’re worth it too. But how can I not love you? You’re you.
I wish you knew you were worth it. I wish you loved yourself half as much as I love you. When I say you’re perfect, it’s because it’s true.
When you hurt yourself, you hurt me just as much. When I’m upset, you can relax me just with one touch.
You tell me how much you love me. Don’t say that unless its really true. Because I just might do something crazy, like believe you.
People tell me I’m beautiful. But not you. You actually make me believe it’s true.
I remember every nice thing you’ve ever said to me. These simple words make me happy as can possibly be.
Sometimes you just need someone to tell you’re not as terrible as you think you are. When I’m not in your arms, you’re already too far.
You make me feel like someone actually understands me. Like I’m not alone; and that I’ll never have to be.
When we first started talking, I thought you were perfect and I loved you; my mind was tore. Then after awhile I realized you weren’t perfect, and I loved you even more.
You say I don’t really need you, well that’s kind of true I guess. But without you I’d be miserable at best.
