Just As I Am

No clay to mold.

No story told.

No "better" me.

He lets me be.

Not a project.

Not a plan.

He loves the girl

Just as I am.

He doesn't fix.

He doesn't mend.

He's just my love.

He's just my friend.

He likes the mess.

He likes the real.

He doesn't change

The way I feel.

No tools in hand.

No "work" in sight.

In his eyes,

I’m already right.

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