my love, things get rough
but together, we are enough.
sometimes we mess up,
but you still fill up my cup.
your words and voice,
i feel as if there is no other choice.
my love for you has changed,
but not into something misarranged.
but rather, despite the bad times,
and all of these dumb rhymes.
i want you and all your flaws,
the worst parts of you, even the claws.
i want your good and your bad,
and to hold you when you're sad.
i've loved you since way before,
and i love you now even more.
i love the good parts of you,
and the not so good ones too.
you make me indescribably happy,
and you mean so much to me.
i'm sorry for all the times i've messed up and i forgive you for yours. i love you so much, i'm not sure if you know how much or not. thank you for teaching me how to love and being patient with me as i grow.