Another oooold poem because I haven't had the time to write much recently, enjoy:)
Falling in love with myself;
It's a physical and mental attraction,
And all that much easier, and harder,
Because I know the prettiest and the darkest,
Parts of myself.
He knows that on my best days,
I'm usually a lot worse,
He knows that on my worst days,
I'm usually a lot better.
But it's worth loving him; because,
He's there for me,
Whenever I need him to be,
He holds me to my promises,
Whenever I'm about to give in,
He's patient with me,
Whenever I have failed to learn.
And thus,
I take a moment to hear him out,
Not the words he spills,
But the small secrets within them,
The truth that sometimes slips,
And although they may only ever be fantasies;
I listen.
Because he's worth loving.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
