My mom likes you
She likes that you are kind
And respectful
And that you garden
But my brother likes you
My sister likes you
She likes that you're fun
That you're kind to her
And that you like Olive
But my brother likes you
My dad likes you
He likes that you want to serve your mission
That you're respectful
And that you made brisket in inspiration of him
But my brother likes you
My dog likes you
She likes that you're gentle
That you give her attention
And that you're not always at our house
But my brother likes you
My Saudi siblings like you
They like that you're kind to me
That you're caring
And that you are my first for most things
But my brother likes you
My brother likes you
He likes that you're nice to me
That you're nice to him
And that you have the best jawline he's ever seen
But my brother likes you
My brother likes you
He doesn't want to ever get to know people close to me
He doesn't care to tease me about anyone as much as he does about you
He doesn't like just anyone
Yet even my brother likes you
I like you
I like that you're kind and respectable
That you're caring and gentle
And that everyone close to me likes you
But I love you
You for you
Who you were
Will be
And are
I don't need permission to love you
I do that unconditionally
But even my brother likes you
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My Unofficial Truths
PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
