Poetry and love

Read your poems
Again,
All of them.
Yeah all of them
Was tying to find me
In some of them
Yeah that was me
I jump off when people touch my butt
I also have trouble taking to dad
And the other one
It had my photo too
That should have been for me
How does it matter?
It was for me.
Or him.
Or for anyone else?
Poetry should be beautiful
Poetry should be comforting
That's what poetry is for
Its not about you and me