You love me despite my creativity. Despite my ideas, my thoughts, my desires. You love me despite my curiosity. Despite my mind, my needs, my ingenuity. You love me despite my weakness. Despite my fears, my scars, my open wounds. You love me despite my reflection. My ugliness, my reactions, my attention to those tiny pixels on the page. I am accepted, loved, cherished. Not for what you want me to be, But for who I am, Lost Insecure Genius Loving All the mud and dust that makes me who I am. Acceptance. You love me despite my strength. Despite the softness of my heart, the hardness of other places. You love me despite my craziness. Despite the caution I throw to the wind, the things I’ve lost in translation. You love me despite my fallibility My mistakes, my passion, my sense of self. You love me despite desire. My need to take you, to want you, to make you scream. I am accepted, completely, infinitely. Despite my tone deafness You listen to me sing. Found. Content. Destroyed. Recreated. All the sins and virtue that make me who I am. Acceptance.