You ask if I see you—
not the version I’ve imagined,

but the one who hesitates
before naming what she feels.

I see the quiet questions
you carry like folded notes
tucked behind your ribs,
half-written, half-known.

You say you’re not a good person,
but I’ve watched you care
in ways that don’t ask for credit—
just closeness.

I don’t need you certain.
I don’t need you defined.
I just need you honest—
and you already are.

So yes, I see you.
Not as perfect,
but as someone I’d stay for,
even in the spaces
you’re still learning to name.

would i ever dream
of telling you who to be
well, the answer is never
to that one, dear

i'll be here
in any way you need
whether i can gather the courage
to start a spark

yourself is you
i hope you can bloom
whether that is in my direction
or not,
i'll be here
your friend

you're worth staying for