When you look at me with your eyes closed

i reach out in the darkness but not with my hands, not with my arms, but with my soul. i know it doesnt make sense but i can feel you better that way, see you better that way, as if your physical appearance is just a costume that dissolves when we close our eyes.

and so i wonder, is that why you tell me that im beautiful? you arent talking about my body, are you? i want to see what you see when you look at me with your eyes closed.

are my eyes the same vibrant color? is my hair as curly and soft? or am i so different that the girl youre in love with is not the same girl that i see in the mirror? am i two different people? and if i am, do you love one version of me more than you love the other?