What If You Could Love Me?

What if you could love me?

Would you love me past my scars, past my hurt, past my past?

Love me past the pain that has haunted me for years.

The pain that showed me more commitment than I have experienced with anyone else.

What if you could love me?

Would it matter that my hair is not curly nor is it kinky, it just is.

That I am not your dark chocolate neither am I your vanilla, I’m just me.

I am not an extrovert nor an introvert, so you’ll have no idea what to do with me most of the time.

What if you could love me?

Would you get past my logical mind and understand that I hate being confused because it upsets me when I am.

That I can’t get myself to eat donuts because I don’t understand the texture.

That at times I ask questions not requiring an answer.

Would you love me anyway if you knew that getting through me would be a battle that you will most likely lose.

Would you try anyway?

Would-could you, love someone like me?

Someone who has the potential of making you smile and turn that smile into tears.

Someone who has the potential of making you angry but you would love me anyway because that is what you were built to do.

Love me-but would you love someone like me?

Someone who requires patience, with walls that intimidate China’s.

I don’t always know the right things to say.

I don’t always know how to act.

Could you love someone who would have a hard time loving you back?

Would you love me anyway if it takes me just a little while longer to say I love you too?

Could you love me anyway if I was afraid to touch you because I don’t want to be attached that way?

Would you love me anyway?

Someone who doesn’t fit into the categories this world has provided.

These boxes everyone is squeezed into-I refuse!

The statistics that make a trail behind me.

Would you love me anyway?

What if you could love someone like me?