You are so kind to me,
kinder than I could ever be to myself.
You always see the good in life,
teaching me to be more positive.
Your sweet words encourage me,
though they are words I struggle to believe:
"Your body is perfect"
"You do deserve kindness"
"You're gorgeous"
"You are worth it"
I know you tire of hearing me deny it,
but you must understand that I am still healing from mental scars.
You make me smile, more than I have in such a long while.
When you hold me, I feel safe and warm--
never let go.
The way you are completely open and honest--
I cannot express how much that means to me.
Somehow you always manage to make me laugh, even on the worst of days.
You respect my needs, though you may not always understand,
and you care about what I have to say--
you actually listen.
I know my self-hatred boggles your mind--
it boggles mine too--
and you long for me to see myself as you do.
But no one can heal me, though they may try,
because people are not medicine, and I refuse to treat them as such.
All I ask is that you hold me close,
listen when I speak,
keep your twisted humor,
and never lose that child-like happiness.
Some days I feel that I bring you down, and for putting up with me,
I sincerely thank you.
Dear Boyfriend, I truly don't deserve you.
(And PS: I'm really happy that I met you)
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
