I am not easy to love.
I am loud and messy,
I talk too much, and always say what I want,
I'm obnoxious and angsty and feral and mean.
I'm harsh and abrasive and picky and....
And I could just keep going.
But I still crave love.
Even when it doesn't make sense, when I know I am too much.
If I am this hard to love,
Then whoever loves me.....
that would be all the proof that I need.
If someone can love me with all of those things. Then maybe they'd be the person who finally wouldn't leave.
C.G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
