“Why Do You Love Me?”
You asked.
At first, I might’ve said something like,
“Because of how you make me feel,”
‘Cuz I do make decisions that way,
Despite the reckless appearance,
Everything I do is for a reason -
Feeling made me do it.
Growing up, I miserably misidentified,
Hindsight honorably showed me,
I could feel the person next to me - fine -
Just mistook their stuff as mine,
Karma stuck in mirrors, confined.
Little girl didn’t know how not to feel.
Me, I didn’t know.
Now I know,
“Oh, I didn’t know myself from them.
People felt about me, and it was theirs,
Quickly taken as my own, though,
Reflecting a complete lack of
Self, nowhere to be found.
Theirs was all that I could feel.”
Until, lives later, unfettered and free,
Vibrating at my own frequency, joyfully,
Wanting to let you into me, I did.
X = sharing what's mine with you.
Your questions miss the point thereof -
Zip your lips and feel my love.
About the Creator
Nicky Frankly
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Comments (2)
Oh holy moly, this is true art. The beautiful and thoughtful care you use to evoke thoughts about insecurities, love, acceptance, and womanhood just showcase what a powerful gift you have. What a lovely, special piece.
This is wonderful and I loved the ending!