Staring into my own eyes

I never seem to post any more.

My jigsaw life has found a home for some of its lost pieces. Things are finally slotting into place. Maybe we'll see the big picture soon.

Went to see Lily Allen at the weekend. I didn't catch much of the show though. My eyes were stuck on another pretty girl wearing a dress.

One thing I've noticed is that I'm never unsure anymore. My words have the weight they need, and my feet land where I point them. I may be climbing a mountain, but at least I'm moving upwards.

You still make me falter. On top of the keys I'm untouchable. Under your gaze I'm still that little kid, nervous on his first date, clothes never fitting right, words stumbling out of his trembling lips.

I'll mess with my hair and you'll tell me I'm fine. I'll never believe you.

You'll put on your face and I'll tell you you're beautiful. You'll never believe me.

We're both right.

I want to be your rock.

I want to be who you need.

It's who I am inside.

Will you ever give me the chance?

Will we always be this afraid?

My mirror shows what you dont see.

Failure.

Ugly.

Inadequate.

Child.

What do you see?


xxo