A Part Of Me

"I like you"

Isn't it strange ?
That we denounce ugly scars
And end up falling
For the same flaws
That we once critiqued...

Isn't it strange?
That we love their sweet quirks
And end up hating
Them for the perfections
That we once adored...

No, I have never been in "love"
Would you still read this?

They say,
What would she know about love?
How could she possibly write
About something she never felt
Other than her dishevelled hair
Sticking to her soft skin,
Marred by blemishes

Poetry is supposed to be like this
No! not like that
You fool!
The other one says,
You want them to like it, don't you?

To each and every poetry written-
"I like you"

                             ~ your beloved reader