For the Love of My Life
You’ve always been there.
From the day I met you my breath was taken away.
You became my drug:
My heart races when I am with you.
My eyes water just the slightest bit.
My skin delicately shivers at your embrace.
I’m addicted to you -
you swim through my head every day.
You make me feel alive.
You were here when I realized I was so much more -
more than just a little brown girl,
more than a first-generation child of immigrants,
more than merely a monotone machine,
which (frankly) was starting to run out of power.
Through life’s beatings and brutality
you were the only one to enclose me.
You were here when I grew past the lies,
the stereotypes,
the idea of being “perfect”.
I gave up on the idea of perfection, but you’re perfect for me.
Wish I was saying this to a person,
A person who actually cared about me and loved me,
Rather than to the song playing through my headphones this very moment.
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