My man likes to giggle—
Mr. Optimism,
His smile unmistakable and broad,
With a contagious look on the bright side.

He completes what is required
And lays back to enjoy the rest of the ride,
While life has got me on edge.
I work long past his bedtime.

He sees life behind a lens
That supersedes his passion for pictures.
My man simply admires me
As I spend time analyzing him.

This doctor fell for an artist.
I thought he’d be a lawyer-type.
But what I thought I wanted
I’d now be dreading.

Because I love driving home
To embracing arms and long kisses,
An eager ear and nodding face,
No negativity, demands, or competition.

I’d rather my man love me enough
To laugh at jokes not understood
Than to talk over me
And criticize me for being different.

When he and I started dating,
Our similarities stood blatant,
But now our differences are evident,
And I love him all the more for them.

i dont care to be home alone
all the time and know
you have a life
and im just forever
waiting for a time when you might
remember that you once cared
about me too

I feel
        Free
                Elated
                          Happy

For the first time in
                                Days
                                         Months
                                                     Years

And I think I like it enough to stay that way

What has made me feel this way?

I do not know

Probably all of the pills

But it doesn't matter because

I'm happy

I keep trying to wash away
The pain from my skin
But no matter how hard I scrub
The scars are still there

float me a boat
as  i cry a river