by JB Nuique
To my ever dearest self,
I know a lot of things about you,
Though I still do not know you.
You are one of the weakest creatures
And that makes you really strong.
It's true! You're the most beautiful thing
That God ever created.
You're totally worthy to be kept,
Loved, and understood in depth.
On some days you are a monstrous beast;
Or a crazy, lovely piece
Of a puzzle that baffles each mind.
You're loved and one of a kind.
You are not just a woman. You're, well—
Just a storm with a body.
You're the seasons inside of Beauty.
You care and love very much,
And hurt and bleed when you strongly clutch.
Yet it's okay. So okay.
Being dramatic is a given
For a woman—worth keepin'.
Don't worry if Sir The One won't come.
You are already complete,
Strong and independent. You can live.
Forever yours and always,
Your other wand'ring and caring self.
I know a lot of things about you,
Though I still do not know you.
You are one of the weakest creatures
And that makes you really strong.
It's true! You're the most beautiful thing
That God ever created.
You're totally worthy to be kept,
Loved, and understood in depth.
On some days you are a monstrous beast;
Or a crazy, lovely piece
Of a puzzle that baffles each mind.
You're loved and one of a kind.
You are not just a woman. You're, well—
Just a storm with a body.
You're the seasons inside of Beauty.
You care and love very much,
And hurt and bleed when you strongly clutch.
Yet it's okay. So okay.
Being dramatic is a given
For a woman—worth keepin'.
Don't worry if Sir The One won't come.
You are already complete,
Strong and independent. You can live.
Forever yours and always,
Your other wand'ring and caring self.
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