Again and Again

This is one of the positive pieces I've written in the last few months, thanks to one person.

When you first said,
“You make me happy,"
my gut reaction,
my initial response was,
“Why?”

Why,
how,
could some pessimistic,
worrisome,
neurotic,
clusterfucked,
disorganized,
self-loathing,
son of a b***h like me make you happy?

I ask why,
remembering every time you tried to be optimistic,
tried to tell me,
“It’s going to be okay,"
keep me from losing it,
only to be shut down-
remembering each time looking in the mirror,
seeing the jagged,
gnarled,
wounds that have only physically scarred,
thinking of how it will pain you to see those for the first time.

And yet here you sit,
sighing to yourself though with the same jovial lilt in your tone,
still saying,
“You make me happy,"
again and again.

When you first said,
“I’m the lucky one.”,
my gut reaction,
my initial response was once more,
“Why?”

Why,
how,
are you the lucky one?
You put up with the tangled,
frayed,
fucked up little ball of crazy that is me.
You put up with the breakdowns,
the ASI,
the PSI,
the mood cycling,
the periods of unresponsiveness,
because I just… shut down.

I ask why,
remembering every night of silence,
every morning of sleepless panic,
every tear I’ve shed,
every tear you’ve shed at my own fault,
every medication rollercoaster,
every manic high,
every depressive low,
every mental break,
every frantic call,
every anxious question.
So tell me,
why are you the lucky one?

And yet here you sit,
chuckling a “For f**k’s sake,” under your breath,
still saying,
“I’m the lucky one,"
again and again.

When you first said,
“I love you,"
my gut reaction,
my initial response was still,
“Why?”

Why,
how,
could anyone love… this?
A broken,
angry,
tired,
empty,
scarred husk of a… human being.
Am I human?
Who am I?
What am I?

I ask why,
seeing every character flaw,
looking at every physical imperfection,
remembering every s****y thing I’ve ever said,
ever done,
to you especially.

And yet here you sit,
shushing my protests,
still saying,
“I love you,”
again and again.

However,
you can’t shush me permanently,
mijn schat.

So, no.
You make me happy.

Before you,   genuine smiles and true laughter… Those were but long faded memories.

So, no.
I’m the lucky one.
Before you,
I hadn’t known what love was,
or what it was to be loved.

So, no.
I love you more.
Before you,
I was a lifeless,
shell of a creature,
merely going through the motions-
but you were a jolt of electricity,
striking a cold,
dead,
black heart.
You did the impossible:
you got a pulse.
You showed me that I am,
in fact,
still human.

You make me extraordinarily happy.
I am the luckiest person alive.
I love you very much.
Please don’t ever forget that.

~Little Bird

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Soooo much emotion. I read this while listening to majestic anime music and it nearly made me cry. Isn't it crazy that if we are really really really lucky someone will love us exactly as we are. I can totally relate to the "Why"'s and the second guessing. This was beautiful. My favorite line was the stunning conclusion "You showed me that I am in fact still human." Elendarin, I'm a huge fan. Thanks for sharing.

[Jamie]

Oh, the majestic anime music. Always the mood-setter. I have done that many times, and it has amplified the glory of so many things.

As always, I appreciate the reviews, and that's a massive compliment coming from you as I really enjoy your writing and find you to be an incredibly talented writer. :3

Thank you so much, Andronicus. :D