As I am, as much as one can be
by @thomas-hatchett
Youre welcome to love me
as I am
Wild and wooly and fancy/free
Or you can love me from afar
and wish for me to be someone
who I am clearly not
but whom you think would be
a better version of me
and you can't see why it seems that
I just don't agree;
Or you can love me not at all
and miss the joy that bring
to protect your fragile little precious heart of glass from getting chipped or shattered carelessly
But where's the fun in that,
to live in side the gap
free from danger and drama?
But truthfully,
who could blame you
loving anyone is risky business,
and especially so
to those unlucky souls
who've found them selves in love with or stuck loving me.
I get it. I'm a liability.
But my lie ability is so refined
that even when you do see
the ragged old tattered heart on my sleeve,
it's still a little hard to make out
without getting too close to me
for comfort, so to make a safe retreat when you
get the first Willie's over me being me.
It's not your fault though
I'm always a little blurry anyway
it's hard to catch me sitting still enough
for light to bounce off of me
evenly.