Is it wrong that I want someone who will love me for my sadness?
Who will love me when im negative as hell, for all my hidden despondence and not just see that one bit of me and mistake it for my whole?
I want someone who will love me for my bad jokes, my scars, for the nights when I can’t explain why.
I’ve been looking for someone who will love me in-spite of these parts of me - why have I never thought, even for a minute, to look for someone who will love me for all that I am.
when i grow up i will teach my children that they are to be loved for every inch and to never hide who they are.