You’re irritating and annoying and a complete psychopath,
difficult to understand, even more difficult to guess your mood.
You hurt me on purpose, say things just to make me mad,
you demand too much of my patience, and even more of my anger.
In spite of all this drama that you carry as your baggage,
in spite of all the times that I want to murder you,
in spite of all the times that you actually really hurt me,
you still have my heart, my body, my soul.
Even when I mess up and you’re furious at me,
even when we’re in the middle of a fight,
you still tell me not to worry if things get too bad,
that whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.
Someone who treats your well being as a priority even when they’re mad at you, that’s what makes my heart feel so warm. What do you think about this? Do you have a person like that in your life? Have something else to say about this poem? Share in the comment section below!