Love Me

She told me

To make you love me

Telling stories about myself

Getting a connection to you

Making you love me

For me

But I can’t

I think that people love me

They tell me all the time

“Lisa-I love you”

Usually it’s because they are laughing

I didn’t get an obvious joke

Two and a half seconds later

I got it

I’m like that, always

I have been told that I am nice

And I am

I am one of those people

the ones who pick up other people’s trash

I’ll feel bad for talking

When I say something

behind a back

That’s me

I’m one of the touchy feely people

I jump out of nowhere

And give you a hug

I am always hugging

I’ll see a person three times

Every time I see them

They get a hug

That’s me

You know the people who smile a lot?

Their faces permanently grin

You know what I mean

They just smile

In that way

With the half moon dimples

The mouth turned up at the ends

And the eyes

Crinkled at the edges

Those people

I’m one of them

But just because I’m nice

And because I know how to smile

I hug everyone

That doesn’t mean you should love me

If you want to love me

You should know me better than that

Cause hugs and smiles and niceness-

Everyone knows that about me

Love me for more.