My Best Friend
Knowing how I feel
Why I feel the way I do.
Twenty minute hugs when I need it
Always having the perfect words.
Can pull me out of a sea of tears
Wiping my eyes, kissing the top of my head.
The one I vent to
Tell my every second of the day to.
Sharing my dreams
I’m not afraid to speak from my heart.
I can be myself
I can be and act like the idiot I so often am.
Not afraid of being left
Not afraid to be thought of as crazy or weird.
I’m random
I’m slow and it doesn’t matter.
I’m loved
I’m cared about.
I find comfort
I find joy,
In a warm embrace
In simple conversation.
This is the relationship I have
With my Best Friend.
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