When first I met you, I was indifferent. Too busy hating myself for reasons I didn’t understand. Thinking I deserved the worst, simply for existing.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When next I met you I was scared. Your open arms waiting patiently, and still I pushed you away. Telling myself that if I kept running away, my problems couldn’t reach me.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
At our next meeting I was jealous. Jealous of all the people I saw you make happy. Yet still I kept away from you, for fear of being hurt.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The next time meeting you I was fearful. Fearing I had missed my chance. Telling myself it’s too late to try now.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
And now I know your sweet embrace. You lift the dark clouds from my mind, and make me better just by having you. Thank you, for finally making me realize
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
(Yes, this is a "love poem" to HRT, at least if you stretch the word poem enough.
We usually just lurk in the shadows around here due to social anxiety, but occasionally we get the urge to share our writing, and this time we actually think it's good enough to share :3)