"You're Beautiful" (to be continued...)

He said.

I laughed in disregard, yet I want so desperately to believe him.

Why? 

Why, do I believe everything is conceited & why do I constantly think every word spoken has double meaning?

My hearts bleeding, as I desperately want to find love.

That one person that fits me, like Jim Carrey and his glove,

but is that enough?

I don't think it is.

If it was, I wouldn't be left feeling like this.

The invisible shield, I told you about before, was once removed.

I was left bare, not unclothed, but simply nude.

Naked as in gas and an open flame, a flame that was extinguished, never to be ignited again.

We're all the same.

We think, we feel, there are many layers to a person.

Like an onion and it's peel, appropriately  chosen.

The onion works in comparison.

They trigger tears, thus leaving you red cheeked, like  failing to hide your embarrassment.