Seems like everything about you gets under my skin.
The way you appear out of nowhere – unannounced and full of crap.
The way you linger and hover over me, hour after hour.
The way you drain me of my energy, my spunk, my shine.
The way you showcase my flaws.
The way you change my plans.
The way you keep me guessing.
The way you make me long for something more.
The way you plant grass that’s greener on the other side.
The way you force me to notice when things get better.
The way you remind me I have people to lean on.
The way you push me to ask for help.
The way you give me reasons to be vulnerable.
The way you insist I face my fears.
The way you pester me till I fight back.
The way you demand I get a grip.
The way you keep my ego in check.
The way you teach me lessons I never would have signed up for.
The way you prove I’m stronger than I ever imagined.
There are so many ways you get under my skin.
And so many reasons I’m better for it.
