Myself and Him

I don't love my body.
It's just a cage.

I don't love my hands.
They can't control my rage.

I hate my eyes.
They see what's really there.

I hate my ears.
They hear everything I can't bare.

But.

He holds my hands.
Telling me he cares.

He looks into my eyes
Letting me know he's there.

He hugs me tightly saying,
"Sorry I'm such a Goober"

He whispers in my ear.
"But will you be my one and only true lover?"