Lie to me, like you used to.

I'm just a man of words.

I hide behind what I say and what I make myself out to be, but when it comes to being me I clam up. Freeze, look away, show disinterest.

I'll portray myself beautifully and accurately, I can flirt with the best of men. I'll make you think whatever I want you to think of me but when it's time to meet I'm just another nobody.

It's time I really started becoming truly happy with myself and and 100% comfortable with my own body. It's been far too long, years too long.

Because in the end it never matters what I think. And I can barely tell the sky from the shoreline, and I can see myself reflecting in your eyes; and this was all a dream. And it's coming back to me.