to my sammy
I want to thank you for standing by my side,
For holding my hand in the dark.
For staying in my life,
Despite my crackhead energy and ADD.
Despite my depression and anxiety.
I want to thank you for loving me.
For loving the things I hate about myself.
For loving me even when I can't love myself.
You are beautiful.
From your scars to your soul.
You are genuinely a beautifully imperfect human being that I'm proud to call my soulmate, my best friend, my baby wifer, and my sammy.
I know I am sometimes difficult to handle.
I know that you want to fight me whenever I make self-deprecating comments about myself.
But I know that you worry about me as much.
I know you so well, as well as I know you.
Which, leads us to call each other out at 3 AM in the morning.
But also, apologize and whine for each other's attention.
And staying on the phone with each other, even when we sleep.
Those moments, I cherish most.
I cherish you.
I cherish our friendship.
You're my Sammy.
And I'm your Dean.
I'll always be with you, till the very end.
Because I want to be with you, forever.
Or until you don't want me anymore.
But, I doubt that will happen.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
