Dear Lover,
I want to be unapologetically me. And that is me being a work-in-progress.
I'm in the process of dissecting my traits, the things that made me me.
Spreading out pieces on the table, looking at them with the eyes of a scientist that I once dreamt to be.
I would ponder and sort.
I would put some traits in a box for further inspection
and lay the rest, the ones that brought pain, in a coffin to bury before the daw breaks.But, dear lover, I am far from perfect. Amicable, yes.
There are still times I can still be unbearable.
I'd give you a list of why I love and hate myself
why sometimes I wish I am anyone but me.
However, I will save it for later.
I'll tell you when I'm certain you're way into delep in love with me
you will only wholeheartedly say, "It's worth it."
I hope though that after the haze of honeymoon phase fades,
you will still stay.
Accept the good and bad, yours and mine, morning breaths and stinky farts.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
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