I try to make you happy
I try to keep you with a smile on your face
I try to make you love me
But you say that I don't have to
Do all this extra stuff
To make you love me
Because you loved me before it all
And you still love me now.
You tell me I'm beautiful
When I get jealous
And depressed because someone's drop dead gorgeous
And I want to look like her.
I tell you that I know you'd much rather have her if you had to choose
And you say no
You'd pick me every time
And that I'm the only one you'll ever want.
You tell me I'm way more beautiful than she'll ever be
Because I don't cake on makeup to look a certain way
But I tell you I would if I were allowed
Because I'm not beautiful
And that you are just trying to make me not feel bad about myself
But you playfully wrestle me until you have me pinned down
And tell me that I'm the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous girl you've ever seen
And give me a sweet little peck on my lips
Before you let me up
But I say that you obviously haven't seen many girls
In your life
If I'm the most beautiful one you've seen
And you come back saying that you've seen a lot in your life
And that I've seen a lot of guys in my life
And not exactly in a relationship or sexual way.
Just facial way
And you say that I still tell you you're the sexiest most handsome guy in the entire world.
But then you tell me that I'm the most perfect, beautiful, smart, funny, and talented being in the entire universe
And that out of all of the girls you've known and been with,
I am your favorite and that you can't get better than me
And I get chills and say
I love you
I know I'm not your first, but right now, I'm preparing to be your last..
YOU ARE READING
I Understand
PoetryFeeling alone? Feeling lost? Feeling everything at once? Not feeling at all? I understand.