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Because I love you, my choice of silence was a way of me showing that I cared.

Because of my love for you, I would isolate myself only to show you that I am only yours.

Because I love you, I would only consider your choice of words and ideas.

Because of my love for you, I was told to “dumber” myself down just a bit.

Only because, “it made you look bad in front of “them”.

“Oh, shut up! “

“You better call me back! “

“Ha-oh you will never get that position!”

Was just a way of you showing interested and that you were only looking out for me.

Because of your anguish tone of voice, I was made to believe that it was my fault.

That the cause of your monstrous roar was because of my silly ways.

That the cause of your frowning brows was because of my clumsiness.

Or the fact that my “inappropriate manner” was the cause of your massive uprising.

Could it have been the “flirtatious smile” that I gave Josh?

Or the interaction conversation that I shared with Monice earlier?

It was your love that taught me that being with you was “privilege.”

Or as you would arrogantly would say “Who could you find much better than me. You would been so much out of luck if you didn’t.”

“HA!” Talk about some privilege.

Ironically it was your love that showed me love is patience and bittersweet.

Because I love you, I allowed you to taunt me with your actions to fulfill your insecurities.

Because I love you, I stand by all your monstrous flaws.

It the love that I have for you that holds me afloat during your hazardous storm.

That same love that keeps me center around your orbit.

Because of your bittersweet offering, I stay.

Love

Yes, the power of L.O.V.E is just as sweet as nectar but can be as bitter as a jar of lemons.

Because I love you…

Yes, LOVE YOU, I would rather ride out your revolting waves of emotions

Or take a vacation on your chaos island under a Palm Tree of distress.

Because I love you, I am willing to offer you the world.

But because of the love that I have for myself, I don’t choose to leave, but instead I choose me.

Ms. Know it All.

Ms. Undeceive.

Ms. Clumsy.

Ms. Unlucky.

Ms. Just ole Me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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