I think you refuse me simply because I don’t give you any reasons to.
I told you I didn’t care about your past or about your afflictions
I told you that I would accept your flaws and show you love because of them.
I told you that I would respect you unlike anyone who you’ve known.
And yet now I’m the imperfectd counterpart of whom can’t receive love.
I guess I’m oxymoronic.
Because I’m so eager to accept the flaws of people who won’t accept mine.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
I think you refuse me simply because I don’t give you any reasons to.
I told you I didn’t care about your past or about your afflictions
I told you that I would accept your flaws and show you love because of them.
I told you that I would respect you unlike anyone who you’ve known.
And yet now I’m the imperfectd counterpart of whom can’t receive love.
I guess I’m oxymoronic.
Because I’m so eager to accept the flaws of people who won’t accept mine.
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