. . .

You

like me

You see past my past
straight through to the pain I try to repress
See mistakes made as mere humanness
and you don’t judge it
Don’t hold that information over my head
a hostage to be used against
You see me
(flaws and all)
my strengths and weaknesses
plain as day – a blaring sun
against which, most
would raise a hand to shield themselves

and yet…

you like me

Made of me, a thing of beauty
A thing to be carried around on the tongue
spoken of fondly – a friend
A companion
a homie
your lady, your baby
You made me… anew
In so many ways, you saved me
Practically raised me from a girl to a lady
Saw in me… shit I didn’t see
The first to read my poetry – to encourage me
to inspire me – and you,
so unlike me

yet,

you like me

Ventured off into new things in life
and stopped to invite me
to include me - to choose me
of all the people
you know
you chose… me
to share seasons and sunsets with
to sit and talk with
to hold hands
joke around.. and laugh a bit
you take… time and invest
cradle me to your chest
as the moon sits high overhead
and, you and I drift off into sleep
I rest my head atop your heartbeat – listening
to the sounds of my angel
a soul who genuinely

likes

me

. . .