i have to ask
why do you love me?
i cant see why such a mess
would be so enjoyable as you say
but you remind me that im not just a mess
and just because i need help im not worthless
you work so hard on making me feel better
and your unwaivering love
convinces me every time
even if i need a bit extra
you're always able to make me feel better
and i promise you do great
last night i told you i didn't feel like a girl
and you just
reinforced me, getting me to feel better
you told me im the most beautiful woman youve ever met
and that you like my voice and laugh
and that you like my body too
especially my tummy
and i just
i forget that people can look past all my flaws
and get down to what i am and want to be
fiddling with my hands and nervously rocking back and forth
what's a word to someone who chooses not to hear
what's a note to someone who chooses not to read
you tell me everything that calms me
in the worst of conditions, your stream of thoughts calms
you remind me so much of me
you're a lot stronger than you think
and you do a lot more than you could even know
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
