you never pittied my baggage.
you never forgot about my baggage.
you never saw just my scars.
you only saw my strength for having the fortitude
to face the pain from those scars
and to live with it.
you never pressured me to speak up.
you never shamed me into staying quiet.
you never made me feel uncomfortable
in or out of my own skin.
you chose me when
you had many friends
you could have spent your time with.
why?
because you enjoyed my company.
no one else ever gave so pure of a response
in so healthy of an environment as the sober outdoors.
you are the white rose i’ve sought.
you are the beauty of it.
you are the stem, and I imagine,
will eventually be the thorn as well.
all put together though,
I would choose that white rose
every damn time.
if it meant my life, my wealth, my body,
I would choose you
every damn time.
you chose me time and time again.
you were there for me time and time again.
you were my light as things got dark.
for that, and so much more,
I am thankful for you
and for the love you’ve helped me fill my heart with.
you mean the world and more to me,
I hope you know.
About the Creator
Bianca Wargo
Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
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