you can tell me all of your "flaws"
and I will still tell you that I love you.
you can tell me how much you hate your crooked teeth,
how your uneven toes are the reason you cover your feet,
how you forget the mail in the box
but at least now I'll know why youre always in socks.
you can tell me you hate the way your stomach hangs out
and i'll tell you it didn't stop me from asking you out.
darling, you could tell me you hate what you see
and i'll tell you it's just beauty.
-- i think i can finally say things are getting better--len
