there are places in my past we haven't touched upon yet.

like the scars i've tried covering up with something beautiful instead.
like the way i have never thought much of myself,
but there are moments
when i'm sure i'm more than amazing.
because you let me be.
i like journey
and i like cliches
so i'll take the risk and say
"dont stop believin"
don't stop believing in me
most times, the mirror shows a face
i'm less than pleased with
so when you tell me i'm beautiful
i hide myself'cause i'm sure you're mistaken
i'm sure you've confused my face
for someone else's
because my words are my only saving grace
and even those are sketches of beauty
and when you tell me you want them
etched on your skin
i want to tell you
there are things so much more beautiful
that can be so much more permanent
than the things i let fall out.
i try to believe in myself too
i know that ever since your hands touched mine,
my scars have come back softer
my lips are forming something other than 'no'
and my heart is saying something other than 'stop'
i have been
listening to you laugh that laugh
and learning how to open my chest
the same way