Why do you like me?
I ask him, in earnest,
And he shoots me a look,
One of his sternest.
“Are you being serious?”
Well, I don’t know,
I can’t comprehend,
That you love me so.
Much more than I love me,
Most days at least,
Sometimes I don’t feel,
As much of a beast.
But others I struggle,
To treat myself kindly,
Though you seem to love me,
Seemingly blindly.
And I thank you for that,
The days that I struggle,
I’m propped up by your love,
As I mentally juggle,
The fact that you like me,
And I like you.
And if you like me,
I guess I should too.
By Fudge Cooper
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