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Sunday, April 09, 2006
I Want You To Love Me Because You Do
By Rhoda Maciel 4-8-2006
“What the hell do you want from me” you say…
“I don’t know” I usually answer
But not today…
Today you’ll hear the truth.
I want you to love me because you do.
Don’t love me because I’m beautiful.
One day that will be replaced
With wrinkles, sags, bags, and jiggles…
And I can’t afford a face lift, tummy tuck, or a boob job…
So, get over it.
I want you to love me because you do.
Don’t love me because I’m smart.
One day I might get alzheimers, have a stroke, or a head injury…
And I wouldn’t want to be starved to death
for the lack of a fucking conversation.
I want you to love me because you do.
Don’t love me because you feel sorry for me either.
Who wants to be stuck with someone because no one else will?
If that’s the case…I’d rather be alone.
Hell, if I’m such a damn nuisance
You might as well just shoot me
And put the world out of it’s misery—
Just don’t pity me…
I want you to love me because you do.
Don’t expect me to be perfect either…I’ll NEVER be…
If I don’t get the housework done…HELP me for God’s sake!
If I’m annoying…LOVE that about me!
If I say dumb things in public…don’t be embarrassed…
Or angry…
LOVE ME!
ENJOY ME!
CHERISH ME!
I want you to love me because you do.
…that’s all…
I want you to love me just because you do.
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