What do you love about me?
Is it my socially awkward style?
How I embarrass myself at a gathering
In a million billion ways?
What do you love about me?
Is it my addiction to my phone?
How I prefer to talk with it for hours
But not with any human being?
What do you love about me?
Is it my clumsiness?
How I refuse to make things better?
I act too lazy I guess
What do you love about me?
My rants, complaints and sighs
How the words that come out of my mouth
Are filled with gloominess?
What do you love about me?
My indifference towards everyone?
How I find it so easy to pretend
To give a damn for someone else?
What do you love about me?
My writings, songs and poems?
They have the power to replace happiness
In a man’s heart with sorrow
What do you love about me?
My emotions I can’t express?
How I torture myself with my own feelings
And mask it all with a smile?
What do you love about me?
What is there to love in me?
I’m so different from all the other animals
Even I don’t love myself
What Do You Love About Me?
Frank Solanki 
Everything.. it’s all perfect…. So long as None of us have psychopath tendencies… We are all beautiful
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Loved this!!!
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Love this 🖤
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Thank you.
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Well written frank!
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Thank you.
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That’s so sad…and relatable on several levels….
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How sad and self-depricating.
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Love how you wrote it! Feels like a big angry Why. It reminds me of how I felt only days ago.
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Yep … all that!
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This was said from the perspective of unconditional love.
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