Obscurities

Original Poetry

He loved me
The way no one had ever
Loved me before.
He looked at me
In a completely
Different way.
Reality was obscurity
For he saw me
For all my imperfections
And flaws.
I guess I’ll always
Hold onto that.
He made me feel perfect
When deep down
I knew
It didn’t exist
In other people’s eyes.

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