I’m trying my best not to like you

But you’re treating me like the flower that I am

It’s making me soft and I’m smiling for no reason at all

I’m no good at love

I’m better at omitting the truth

Concealing my heart

I’m no good at hugs

Worse with goodbyes

You’re exactly what I asked for

A creative soul

You recognize dope beats

Like to be high as a kite

A nurturing father

The fact that I can tug down at your beard for a kiss, is a plus

Better than height, is your substance

A better version of the past I prayed for

So why am I trying to run and hide from you

Searching for a flaw in you

When all you see is beauty in me

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