I love that you don’t take my bullshit
Or my half-ass excuses
You make me
Strive. Fight. Push.
To be the strongest I can be
You whip my back with words
That motivate the soul and feed my mind
And they leave my bleeding
Building a fury
True love is tough
It forces me to break from the shell I hide in
My broken home built from
And all things rough
True love should allow you to see the
Golden gleam underneath all that’s ever been
Broken and tattered
Now is stronger than ever
Thanks for not accepting anything less than my best.
Y.B. is a poet living in California.
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