NO BUT PLEASE, TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN THE PERSON I LOVE TELLS ME THAT THEY DON’T THINK THEY’RE GOOD ENOUGH AND THAT THEIR LAUGH IS ANNOYING AND THAT THEIR GRIN IS CROOKED, WHEN IN FACT IT’S THE BEST SOUND I’VE HEARD AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE I’VE SEEN.
HOW DO I MAKE THEM SEE THEMSELVES AS I DO AND HOW ON EARTH DO I MAKE THEM REALISE THAT THEIR EYES ARE THE COLOUR OF FORESTS AND ADVENTURE AND NOT SIMPLY ‘GREEN’.
HOW DO I GET YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT I’M NOT GOING TO GET ‘BORED’ OF YOUR BABBLING AND THAT THE RANDOM QUESTONS THAT YOU COME OUT WITH AND THE STREAM OF SILLY FACTS ARE THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY AND NOTHING CLOSE TO AN IRRITATION.
HOW CAN I PERSUADE YOU THAT IT’S NOT FAIR THAT YOU’RE ALLOWED TO TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT I’M BEAUTIFUL, BUT ALL OF THE COMPLIMENTS I GIVE ARE SUPPOSEDLY NAUGHT BUT LOVELY WHITE LIES.
(HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW)
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I could give you this ‘poem’ to try and explain exactly how I feel, but I’m sure you’d only end up telling me how ‘wonderful’ (or some other kind adjective) it is instead of discussing the fact that it sings your praises in block capitals and sentences so long you run out of breath. Because you’re like that. You’d rather see the good in everyone else and ignore all of that which lies in you. You’d rather put yourself down with a smile than realise the truth, and that is that YOU. ARE. DIVINE.