I Think

I think you forget how your eyes look to people who have seen them for the first time.

How they look like every piece of perfection that’s ever existed wrapped up.

That when people hear the easy tone of your voice they feel right at home

I think after so many years of looking at yourself with pure hatred, I think you forget that for some people you could be just what they’re looking for.

I think you forget that even though you hate yourself, someone else love you.

You’ve forgotten that you are capable of being loved, and that some people actually do love you.

You’ve forgotten that sometimes people can hurt you, but there are so many more that won’t hurt you.

I think you’ve forgotten everything you wanted to make sure you’d remember.