if I could see myself through your liquid gold eyes maybe I’d be something good
and I’d embody the image of perfection you’ve never doubted that I could
for perfection is only limited by the made-up idea of flaws
which of mine you’ve turned from things to hide to parts of me that fill you with awe
you’re like a filter over my vision that makes the world seem much less bleak
like I can take on all the harder things and no longer feel so weak
it's like I can look at all the little things, beauty that makes this life worthwhile
the same way that you find your world in my hair, my thoughts, my smile
and all my quirks, quizzical looks, and the way I tend to pout
or always have random questions to ask for you to help me figure out
and you feed my curiosity by loving my non-stop train of thought
although its passenger is mainly you 'cause you’re on my mind a lot
living so much in my daydreams it’s crazy that you’re my reality
and one day I can be back in place with your arms wrapped around me
where I’m unbelievably comfortable like you’re a safe haven from everything
and you always ask me what I’d want if I could ask for anything
but the truth is that the only answer I could instantly provide
is that I just want you, simply as you are, as long as you’re right by my side
~things i wrote for you back then