That-Bhunter

You once asked Why I liked you, And I gave you A poor excuse For an answer. I gave a list, One describing traits: Your smile, Your laugh, Your personality. These may sound All well and nice But they've hardly Conveyed what I feel And think of you. I could continue Making the list For ages to come But it would never Be finished. Every day I learn Something new About you, Something I didn't Know before. These new thoughts I would have to add To my list. By doing so, this list Would never be finished. Instead, I'll abandon This worthless list For a simple answer. I like you because You are you.

I can't get you Out of my mind. It's impossible. A constant distraction, But a pleasant annoyance. The first thought of the morning, And the last to cross at night. It's bearable, and tolerable, But I would much rather Express it than have to Suppress it. If I were asked About how many times That you crossed my mind I would respond by saying: Just once. Only once because You never left My mind. I can't get you Out of my mind. And I like it that way.

To nearly hit rock bottom Is what it took To discover myself Falling I found me Caught myself – by myself Hung on and looked up Reached for hands That had always been there Hidden in the shadows Slowly but surely I climbed Reaching for the hands That had been reaching for me With each grasp With each step With each face, I saw me Saw who I was Understood who I was Accepted who I was. To nearly hit rock bottom Is what it took To discover myself.