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To the man who will love me.

I thank you for choosing me
I don't know what I have that got you attracted for all I know is flaws, imperfections, not any close to perfection.

Don't tell me you love me,
Only to end up hurting me, breaking me further, into a million pieces, I've struggled to put together.

I'm a beautiful mess.
My face could be pretty, but my heart bleedy
I have fought battles, no world war has. It has taken me decades to built my little peaceful empire.

Skinny is my other name.
My curves ain't biggy, neither are my other possessions in plenty.
I heard that's what you want these days, but hun, I have none.

My moods often swing.
I try to smile now, the next minute so sad,
At no regular intervals, I'm often mad at my self sometimes, and yes, for absolute no reason.
Is this the mess you've been dreaming of?

My education is not to mention.
Hey, I have no degree, not even close to diploma.
In the city they call me a college failure,
In my village I'm a first class Holder, in problems I presume.

Back home, my background,
Humble is an understatement.Darling, we have no V8 let alone a probox, I heard once in time my dad had a bicycle.
I have no ride to offer.

I lost my mum two decades ago
Never have I known how sweet a mother's love tastes,
Still thinking of our future little ones,
Do you think I'll make the best mother?

I have never known perfection, my life so full of flaws,.
Please tell me, if you're buying time only to end up marrying some other perfect Disney princess.
Tell me now, and let me breakdown once and for all as I always have.

For when I love, I love truly but once it's over, I have no history in looking back.
You could mean the world to me but once you hurt me, your existence is none of my business.

I have known tears as my greatest friend. She visits me any time of the day. I don't remember my childhood memories, not like you who seems to have perfect memories.

Seen anything to love above?
So tell me if you really mean what you say. What do I have that made you fall this deep, with this perfect mess?


Writer:Fatma Rashid Nantaa
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