He didn’t fall in love With the pink scars That line my fingers, Or the mascara tears That stain my pillowcase. He didn’t kiss me to Take away the pain, Or hold my hand To carry me through The suffocation of sorrow. He didn’t love me for My broken soul. But he didn’t fall in love With my smile either. Or the laughter that Sometimes bubbled Out through my belly. He didn’t kiss my dimples To consume my joy Or pet my hair to Comfort me. He didn’t love me for My pretty face. He fell in love with me. Not just part of me, But all of me. He loves me when I’m angry and sad And jealous and petty And selfish and immature. And he loves me when I’m happy and smiling And joyful and obnoxious And hyper and thoughtful. Not once has he ever Asked for his sweet girlfriend back. Or his happy girlfriend Or the girl he fell in love with. Because all of them are me. And I love all of him as well.
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