Pleasantly Offended

How do you do that?

See into my soul, like the fortress I worked so hard to build isn’t even there.

How dare you make me feel safe to talk to you about my family 

And the angels I’ve gained over the years that watch over me now.

Who are you? To make me want to be around you and you around my village.

And please explain why you took it upon yourself to make them love you, too?

Who sent you? To be out here changing my perspective on the L word.

Making me want to ascend in love rather than fall into it?

What’s happening to me? That it feels natural to be soft again

My solitude now craves your company. 

And I feel open to being showered with affection from someone other than myself.

Vulnerable with someone other than my ancestors. 

What possessed you to take up space in my heart? 

And now suddenly every poem sounds like you.

All these love songs seem to spell your name. 

Every moment spent in your eyes just doesn’t seem to be long enough.

And how you’ve reawakened my want to write love letters and paint them all to

Express how I adore the things that make you, you.

And when looking across the room feels like its own conversation.

I'm pleasantly offended. I must say you spit a good game

And You create a safe space for me without my armor. 

And even my mom asks about you and she purposely forgets people’s names.

You know, I wouldn’t mind if you made me yours. 

Tough to get. Harder to keep. 

But it’s you, who sees through it all. Hm.

I guess you’re alright. 

LolaDarling, 2025.