I am not the best writer
and never will be.
I am not the fittest or thinnest,
I make a shit cup of tea.
I am not the best kisser or lover,
I don’t read as much as I should.
I smoke even though I quit
My flirting is misunderstood.
I skip class because I can,
I don’t see myself as a 26 year old man,
I spend too much money on food,
I hate my body in the nude,
I drink until I can’t see straight,
I am held back by my problem with my weight,
I am tactless and often disliked,
If a guy smiles at me I think he’s been spiked.
But I am the best me that I can be,
As you are the best you.
I write with more than fingers,
I kiss with more than lips,
I see with more than eyes,
I am more than a body and hips.
I am happy that I am me,
For if I wasn’t the best me that I can be,
I would not have you.
As featured at One Shot Wednesday Week 35: http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/one-shot-wednesday-week-35.html
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