Just who this person is
who has the audacity to be
somebody to care, somebody to miss
a somebody to me
We argue, we care
We laugh and we smile
everything we share
Have got to admit, he's got some style.
We plan trips together
from Bali to Rome
we dream of forever
because he has started to feel like my home

We are not
The monsters
That we sometimes
See each other as

I don't need you
To understand me
I just need you
To believe that
I am having
A human
Experience

Just believe
I'm a person
And that I'm
Going through it

Because
It takes one
To know one

I'm telling you
That it hurt
And you don't
Get to deny that

When a person
Tells you that
You hurt them
You don't get
To decide that
You didn't

I'm walking the tight rope,
holding on to the stick
like it was hope.
That is how we get through life,
walking all alone
with just that one person
constantly giving us hope.

I love me. I am golden inside, I am not full of pride. I am love. My skin was gifted to me by the creator, it has exactly what I need for the sun that I'm under. I love my abilities; the fact that I have two hands  and two feet, 10 fingers and 10 toes. I know that I am loved, I can run and jump,  climb, smile, laugh, taste, hear and see. I am love and I am loved and that is all I need to be

Silence.
Gaze.
And if you were the only person to share knowledge with
I would take my leave.
Your too much reasoning disturbs my Wijdan.

I try hard to love myself
The person that I am
Everyone tells me I am beautiful
Don't know why I never can