One day last month, you called me crying.
You asked how I could be friends with someone like you,
And here is my answer:
If by like you, you mean strong,
Able to take a hit and stand alone.
If by you, you mean gracious,
And full of humility.
If by you, you mean an artist,
A person who passionately creates things.
If by you, you mean a person who I have never seen let others down,
Then I ask you, How can you be friends with someone like me?
I always call you crying at 2am,
Because I can’t sleep.
I always pour my troubles out to you,
Because you are the only one who listens.
I always make jokes, and smile,
But you are the only one who knows they aren’t real.
None of us are perfect, but all of us are impectably flawed,
In the most breathtaking way.
Never hide your talents,
Or fold them up and put them away,
Just because someone doesn’t accept them as part of you,
Then you can fly.