And I’ve been selfish.
I demanded attention, more time
More fulfillment and a longer attention span.
You told me to be critical,
and I’ve looked with a critical eye,
I found flaws and fears and tiny hairline cracks,
and set about filling them in with wet plaster and glue.
You told me to be honest,
and I’ve been honest, and loud.
Bold, angry, and outspoken.
I’ve let every tiny thought and insecurity escape into the open air.
You told me to be myself,
And I have been, fragile,
with feelings and a heartbeat, with outbursts and tears,
And I’ve said the things I was once afraid to whisper.
As for him,
He smiled, and he sighed with me.
He dried my eyes and he listened, really listened.
He said things like “Of course,” “I’ll try,” and
"I just want you to be happy."
And you know, Emily,
I put him on a pedestal, like all the others.
But for once, my love and I
see eye to eye.