i wonder if he thinks of me as i think of him.

he speaks the most beautiful things

his words sound of silk and powdered sugar

he has blue eyes

eyes that entrance and hypnotise

eyes that drown you in their melancholy oceans

he is sweet smelling and 

he is kind hearted and

he is perfect.

but 

i have no words to speak

my voice sounds of gravel and salt

i have black eyes

eyes that scare and confuse

eyes that encourage you to look away

i am sad

and i am self-centred 

and i am flawed.

but he likes me.

i wonder why. 

i wonder if he thinks of me as i think of him.