You Do

Each time I meet with you, I know you are softer. Your eyes are lighter, your timid smile more present.
You are softening under the developed and beautiful nature you fell in love with. You are seeing the good when you are with me. You are ignoring all the anger and evil from the past.
See me enough, and this won’t disappear but will be something you want to deal with appropriatly, so that you can be with me, like you want to be.

Because I know so badly,
you do.