I don’t like to do this.
I never like to do this.
But I need to do this.
This is vulnerability.
This is silly.
This is real.
You are support.
You are fun.
You are comfort.
I need you to read this
To see how much I really appreciate you
Because I know my words don’t always come out
the way they should.
I get scared.
I know I’m not perfect.
Anxiety, depression, anger,
You love me for my imperfections
And I love you for yours.
I feel comfortable in my own skin
That I tried desperately for years to love
My scars run deep.
You love me anyways.
I don’t know if I was raped or not
You love me anyways.
I was assaulted
And you love me anyways
Sometimes I’m a mess
And you love me anyways.
And I love you for that.
