If you can't tell me, then who will?

I can't figure

It out.

You are the type of person that i normally would

Detest, and yet...

You do things that I wouldn't let others do, you say

Things I wouldn't

Accept and do...

You fit but not perfectly...

and that

Reminds me of me.

I vowed to never see myself, any little part of

Me in another.

I'm still fighting it.

People have been telling me that I look beautiful or

Enchanting and

I look in the mirror

And i see it...

More

Importantly, I believe it.

Yeh tumhara asr hai.

It's not that you make

Me feel more beautiful, not at all. It's not that you

Told me I was and I

Believed it,

It was more. A feeling that these things

Are my due. I am and

So I am. That's how it is.

It's a beautiful day outside. I wish I could carry

Your voice with me

Today, if not you.

Why is it that I want to protect you?

I don't need you yet, and I hope to never do so but I

Do like knowing you

Are there.

These are my words but it is

Your voice.