
Love me
like I’m easy to understand—
like my edges don’t cut,
like my silence doesn’t mean anything
you’d have to sit with.
Hate me
when I don’t fit the version
you built in your head—
when I don’t stay soft,
don’t stay still,
don’t stay yours.
Love me
in the moments I’m light—
when I laugh,
when I lean in,
when I feel like something
you can hold without effort.
Hate me
when I pull away,
when I ask questions
you don’t want to answer,
when I stop pretending
I don’t see everything.
Because I am both—
the part you reach for
and the part you resist.
I am the warmth
and the warning.
The comfort
and the confrontation.
So go ahead—
love me,
hate me—
just don’t expect me
to be only one
so you can feel safe.
I was never meant
to be easy.