Self Portrait

I am me.
Whatever that means.
Take me for who I am,
or not at all.
In strong arms,
I will not fall.
I feel too much
I like a rush.
Hopeless romanticism
this I crave.
Admit it not,
stubborn and brave.
Silly at times,
Serious too often.
Loneliness is hard to soften.

Love much,
Eat much,
Drink much.
Pray not enough.

Complicated yet,
easily satisfies.
All I ask,
Truth not lies.

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