I wish I could bake you a loaf of bread,
Something substantial, something material
That wouldn't change with my moods,
Because I'd like to say thank you.
Today, I crashed quite hard against
Feelings I couldn't understand and you
Didn't just stand by and watch,
You listened and you said
I love you. I love you too, we all know that
And I never tried to hide it,
At least not since that morning in May,
When the crash was less hard, more pleasant.
My father right now is listing points
On where I went wrong, where I proved myself
Irresponsible and unworthy. Not of love,
He won't go that far, but of respect.
The funny thing? I'm happy, because you don't think
Like him, and you see me in a way
No one else takes time to. Here, I have
No accusations to fight off, or expectations
To scramble up to. I love that, and most of all,
As I've said before, I love you.