To the friend who's learning how to love herself

To the friend who's learning how to love herself

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You say you don't know what love is

I would argue and say love is in every conversation we've had

You say you don't always like how you look

I would argue and say beauty is a part of who you are

You say you're full of flaws

I would argue and say I wish your “flaws” were what most people had

To the friend who’s learning how to love herself

Know that I didn't need to learn how to love you—

I just had to get to know you