When I feel guilty, or depressed, I write. I write poems. I wrote this poem in the middle of the night a few days ago. I wrote it because I believe in it, but sometimes I forget the things in it. I recently broke up with my boyfriend of almost two years, and while I am a primarily independent person, I miss him, and I missed him very much the other night. I miss him the most when I let myself think that no one else could love me again - or love me as much - because I'm not good enough; I don't feel good enough. That is not a healthy way of thinking though, because someone is going to love you, mo matter what you've done. Someone is going to love every weird and wonderful thing about you and you cannot let your guilt make you feel otherwise. So, this is a poem for you, the guilty and broken:
someone
is going to love it
they
will love it when you cry over nothing
(and
everything), all at once,
because
they know it’s all too much for you
and
they will love to hold you
when
it’s all too much, they will
think
you’re silly and sad and lovely
someone
is going to love it
when
you sneeze because you’re allergic
to
daisies – such a cliché –
but
you sneeze honestly
and
you like the way it feels
to
be bunched up inside like an accordion
and
ring out all messy and unraveled
someone
is going to love it
that
you have those sad, dark eyes
and
just one dimple that only shows
when
you smile hard
and
when you laugh hard
(that
ugly loud laugh)
they
will love when it makes them laugh too
someone
is going to love it
the
way you demand a kiss on the forehead
and
a kiss on the cheek; each one
to
be even,
and
the way you say, “I love you”
too
many times
in
a day
someone
is going to love it
how
excited you get when your nails grow long
because
you’ve forgotten to bite them
or
painted them black, again
how
excited you get about dogs
and
that you let them lick your clean face
but
hate when people touch it
someone
is going to love you
the
best and worst bits
because
the worst bits are you too
-
so someone is going to hate it
when
you think you aren’t enough
because
you are
all
of you
enough
for someone

You have no idea how perfect this was for me tonight.
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