
A poem.
I love you.
You, in all your imperfections and in all of the weight that you carry around
You, with all of the burning rage and tender sadness
You, with the lovely rare smiles and deep belly aching laughs
You, with the deep love of others, and the deep sadness of not being loved back
You, with the thick armor, and your heart still on your sleeve
You, with the quick wit, and then even quicker anger
You, with all of you imperfections are still perfect in my eyes
You are beautiful.
You are angry.
You are my favorite.
You are me.
And,
I
Love
You.”
-Catherine Kos
Leave a Reply