I was walking in the park when I saw her on the bench,
I slowed my pace and sat beside her.
In true teen fashion, she said, \'go away\'.
I shook my head, \'I\'m here to stay.\'
\'Who are you?\'
\'You at sixteen.\' I said with a sigh.
I guess she didn\'t really know what to say,
She just stared at nothing, lost elsewhere.
And, oh, dear god, I had so much to say.
You\'re beautiful, you\'re mine,
You\'ll learn to pave your own way.
You\'ll be my favorite spitfire, heaven\'s new design.
I wanted to tell her, good job, i love you.
Sweet nothings to put her mind at ease.
I wanted to give her the love she wanted,
To my surprise, she turned to me and sighed, \'Jeez\'.
She asked me if I were insane,
Damn, that hurt. She immediately corrected,
\'Girl, I don\'t need you to be strong.\'
I swear to you, I was so confused.
\'I don\'t want you to tell me you love me.
Or that there are people for whom you care.
I don\'t want rhyme or reason or truth about us,
I want to know that you can lay your heart bare.\'
She held my hand and played with my ring.
Smiled real pretty and sat on the swing.
You\'re perfect. She told me.
If you love yourself, there\'s nothing else I need.
And oh, it hit like a brick.
This girl I was trying to make happy didn\'t need this thing.
She wanted me to be louder than her,
Though I was older, she comforted me.
And I think it\'s a pretty, pretty thing,
When two versions of yourself meet,
And neither\'s trying to win.
Because we\'ve got each other\'s back,
the way adult me will.
-InsanelyHilarious