I am not perfect.
My voice often echoes too loud,
Words spill out like a rushing stream,
Unfiltered, unchecked, a bit too much.
I gossip, I’m stubborn,
Sometimes I’m all about me,
Cutting through conversations
With excitement that overflows.

 

My moods swing like a wild pendulum,
Sleep comes in restless turns,
While my mind wrestles between
Early birds and procrastination’s grip.
Some days, I just can't do it,
Too tired, too resistant,
If I push through, know there’s a reason—
A battle within that I’ve chosen to fight.

 

I jump to conclusions,
Feet first, mouth wide open,
Sometimes I’m a bit too needy,
Whiny when I’m unwell,
And those water bottles?
They stand as silent witnesses
To my unfinished thoughts.

 

Overthinking is my shadow,
Casting doubts that darken my day,
My emotions are storms,
Sometimes too fierce to tame,
And yes, to say I’m a handful—
That’s just the start.

 

But I am also the one
Whose heart beats with compassion,
Whose empathy reaches out
To hold others close,
I am the one who will drop it all,
To be there when the storm hits,
To stand as a shield
For those I hold dear.

 

My loyalty is unmatched,
I will defend my loved ones
With every breath in me,
My heart on my sleeve,
Even when it leaves me exposed,
And though my words might falter,
My actions tell the truth:
I give everything,
Always putting others first.

 

I love deeply, fiercely,
With a passion that flows
Unconditionally,
I am not perfect.
I am flawed, complex,
A challenge to hold,
But every difficult moment with me
Is worth the fight.

 

For I am the one who will stand by you,
Through the darkest nights,
The one who will love you,
Never faltering, never fading.
If you can weather my storms,
Tame my demons,
I promise you a love
That will never waver.