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May 2019
You know, there's times
Where I just can't help
But feel inadecuate
at your side.

It's not your fault
Not at all
And it also isn't mine
Not really.

It's also not as bad
As I make it sound
It is something I feel though
Just a fact, that's all

Let me explain
With my usual
Ridiculously cheesy
Way of speech

You see my dear
You are something else
Quite unique
Truly out of this world

In you I see all the beauty
I've ever seen in life

I can see that light in your eyes,
When something makes you laugh

I can see beautiful waves in your hair,
Even when you say it's not that great

I can see the mischief in your smile,
When you are about to mess with me

I can see what I hope is love in your face,
Every time I say how much I love you

I see a lot in you

I see a lot more everyday

To me you are mystical, filled to the brim
With all that is magic in the cosmos
And all those things we wish were true

To me you are perfectly imperfect,
Moody, sour, mischievous,
Loving, trustworthy, understanding,
You are you, and you are what I love.

So that's why
When you feel down
Or sick
Or angry
Or just plain wrong
I often don't feel enough

That is because I always wish I could help
Even when I know you are fine on your own
(You are too strong to be otherwise)

I often wonder if I'm worthy of you
If I'm not boring or annoying or plain

I usually struggle to help you,
And you make me feel better so easily
(it's impressive honestly)

Enough with self pity though
Because if you have given me something,
That something is hope.

So it's alright if sometimes I feel inadecuate
Because I also feel you appreciate me anyways

It's alright if I can't always help
Because I also know you are stronger than most

It's alright if I'm not perfect
Because I know you know
And I hope you know I try very hard
And I just hope my love is enough.
A slighlty nonsensical blurb that I just felt the need to write. It didn't turn out very pretty, and that's okay, it was all impulse and no thinking too deep. And sometimes not thinking and just feeling is better.
Written by
Johann Arteaga  21/M/Wherever you go
(21/M/Wherever you go)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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