Clouds

You say you love my smile

But do you love my fucked up teeth?

You say you love my skin

But do you love what’s underneath?

You say you love my silver linings

But you can’t see these clouds are blinding

You tell me that you love me

And I can’t tell if it’s true

You whisper pretty lies to me

And I mumble, “I love you”

But now you doubt me too

And you tell me you’re too flawed

I tell you that we match

And that I’m loving you because

You say you love my smile

So I don’t worry ‘bout my fucked up teeth

You say you love my skin and I

Know you love what’s underneath

You say you love my silver linings

And suddenly these clouds aren’t blinding