Him

He tells me I am beautiful
that I am sublime
says he loves the way I laugh
but sometimes I think he lies

He tells me
he loves my wild curly hair
and my glasses
says my intelligence is rare


He tells me
that he loves
my artistic ways
when I'm wearing
raibow smudges
of pencils pastels and paint

He tells me
he loves my
weirdness
my awkward off color jokes
when others do not get me
he simply looks at me and smirks

He knows my dirty little secrets
my all to telling eyes
he knows my imperfections,fantasies,
the little quirks I hide

He says my passion makes me beautiful
says it's alluring that I care
and when I need reassurance
he is quickly there