It's A Love-Hate Thing (poetry)

Poem 1

I mean this with love when I say it,
You are the definition of imperfect.
The crowd is where you don't fit,
But that is what you perfect.
You stand out beautifully,
Like a dandelion in a field full of roses.
You stand out gleefully,
Like the cutest of all the noses.
You are the boulder,
in a museum of gems.
You are like the holder,
The hands that fiddle with the hems.
You are the sad song,
On a happy day.
The right kind of wrong,
That makes me say,
I wanna hold you all day long.
You are the heavy rain,
The rain before the rainbow.
You are the sweet pain,
That causes beautiful sorrow.
You are the thing nobody wants,
The thing they use only once.
You are the memory that haunts,
Pulling all sorts of stunts.
You are what they call a monster,
But Ive seen the good.
You are the sea monster,
That would hide from the world if he could.
You are a jig saw puzzle,
That leaves people confused.
You are the gas cars guzzle,
The thing that's always used.
They don't see what I see,
And That's okay.
Let's just let them be,
And be on our way.
They don't see the bigger picture,
That holds a thousand words.
They don't know what's in the mixture,
To the sweetest song of the birds.
They ask me what I see in you,
And I just smile and look away.
I won't tell them because I'm afraid they too,
Will see it and want to stay.

—Beautiful on the inside//Shanielle Fiddler