This is a poem I’ve posted before – a few years ago – but it’s one I completely forgot about, until now. And, it’s important now more than ever, because the girl who wrote this… I don’t think she believed what she wrote. And to be completely honest, I’m not sure if the person I am now believes it either, but I’m determined to.
So, please, enjoy this reused and updated poem while I work on some new and brighter things. Here’s to better days. 🙂
I love you
I love you.
You, in all of your imperfections
and all of the weight that you carry around
You, with all of the burning rage
and deep wounding sorrow
You, with the lovely rare smiles
and those deep belly aching laughs
You, with the love so deeply
and the fear so strong it makes you sick
You with the thick armor,
and your heart bared on your sleeve
You with the quick wit,
and the even quicker anger
You, with all those worries that make you wonder
why anyone could ever love you
You, my darling, you
are your own rare form of beautiful
and my favorite creation
You are everything.
And I hope that one day you see it too.
But for now,
I love you.
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