Me for me🎀 or me for You?😔
Me when they say they like me
The me for me or the me that suits you
My flaw-stricken self or the girl you choose to see
All my sides or your perfect viewpoint
The unapologetic me or the twisted stereotypic girl tailored to your fantasy
Is it?
My flaws, my shrewdness, my inconsistency, insistence, and persistence
My quirks, weirds, words-nuances, fluency or the movement of my lips?
Me when they say they like me
With the dot at the tint of my lips?
The smear at the crease of my brow?
With the scars adjacent to my belly button?
The widening gap between my toes?
The unconventional bulging eyes, erupting forehead, feathery lips, and rectangular body shape
The cracked skin, gap teeth, furry body, and irregular stretch marks??
Me when they say they like me
The me for me or the idea of me
The heartwarming idea of having a cheerleader always cheering you
Or the melodious idea of having someone dance to your tune
The rosy idea of coming back home to the arms of a woman
Or the too good to be true idea of having your person
The beautiful idea of being in the presence of one who matches your vibe
or the comely idea of waking up to a pretty face
Me when they say they like me
Is it the hurt in my voice
The pain in my eyes
The insecurity in my stomach that bellows over my head
The wounds in my heart
The incessant tears in my eyes
The burdens I carry
The weights I hoard
The wars in my head
The battles I’m fighting
The memories inscribed on my brain
The unfamiliar dress sense, social awkwardness, or the baggage I bring to the table?!?
Me when they say they like me
My awe-standing beauty
My subtle vulnerability
My charm, my wit, my prowess
My unsheltered confidence
My willing maturity
The grace in me that defines class
My intelligence and virtue
The pitch in my laugh
the dimple in my smile
The caress in my speech
My sense of humour
The sway of my hips
The swing of my dainty legs
My supple body
Or my scent of femininity
Me when they say they like me
Beyond the bad days,
Beyond the impulsive actions
Beyond the angry words
Beyond my impossible self,
Beyond the mood swings
Beyond the arguments,
Beyond the small fights,
Beyond my annoyingness,
Beyond the whispers, incontinences
Beyond the rumors
Beyond the lies
Beyond the façade
Beyond my status in society
Beyond the past,
Beyond the unknown
Beyond the unseen
Beyond the paradox of me
With you, it’s just us.❤
La mesure de l’amour, c’est d’aimer sans mesure _Saint Augustin
Loved❤

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