incompletes (004)

I wish that I could see myself through your eyes because then I would understand why I exist.

I spend my days searching for my purpose, but I spend my nights at peace in your arms. My life before meeting you was a series of days, and now I am able to live through the nights. I’ve spent years waiting for my existence to feel this whole.

Why do I question myself so much when I have someone who loves me without question? Why do I ever feel the need to step outside of myself when existing within this body is what brought me to you?

I wreck myself over trying to be the “next best thing” and the person whom everyone wants to see when my greatest form has always existed within your eyes.
Your eyes are my favorite binoculars; I’ll do my best to look through them whenever I feel lost and small.