I want
I want someone I can go to, someone I can tell my secrets to.
Someone who won't judge me for the mistakes i've made,
for the mistakes I will continue to make.
I want someone who understands.
I want someone who hears, not just listens.
I want someone who says goodnight to me,
and prays to God that they get the chance to say good morning.
I want someone who knows my quirks.
I want someone who wipes my tears away.
I want someone who needs me.
I cry - because we are just friends
I smile - because your adorable
I frown - because your not mine
I dance - thinking about you
I sleep- dreaming about you
I'm happy - when Im around you
I'm sad - because I cant hold you
I'm glad - because you make me smile
I'm mad - because you're not mine
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.
Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -
- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know --
but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me.
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me.
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting,
I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”
I'm not perfect ,
but I'm perfect in my imperfection.
Perfectly imperfect
I smile - because your adorable
I frown - because your not mine
I dance - thinking about you
I sleep- dreaming about you
I'm happy - when Im around you
I'm sad - because I cant hold you
I'm glad - because you make me smile
I'm mad - because you're not mine
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.
Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -
- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know --
but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me.
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me.
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting,
I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded.
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”
I'm not perfect ,
but I'm perfect in my imperfection.
Perfectly imperfect
am i easy to forget?
Dont judge me if you dont know
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