I'm at my best
In front of the rest
But without all the zest
Inside my chest
They couldn't care less
I'm just a mess
If I must confess
That I am just flesh
Under my dress
And I'm not okay

I tried to find reasons to hate you but I couldn't
So I turned my face to the things that I shouldn't
And saw the things that I normally wouldn't

A mouth that lies
Is a mouth unwise
And turns around
And pokes fun at my insides
And breaks my soul
And it bleeds out whole
So the thruth I withhold
Remains the thruth untold...

Talking about your problems as if they make you different
Making small news of suffering to make the face look magnificent
While pain weathers the feathers off ofthe surfaces
Of so many who never share their problems

Talking about your problems or talking in vain
Talking about my problems when I know I'm in pain
Talking about my problems does make me feel sane
Talking about my problems like leaks from my brain
Talking about my problems to create a new frame
Talking about my problems to make me "okay"
Just talking about my problems to make them go away...

The best part of you
Dare I say its true
With honesty and novelty that bleeds all the way through
And beats the inner parts of my chest black and blue
Just to lay in the cut like a bandage of that sooths
Like a flu in my throat that I just cannot subdue
And clings to my skin like only silk can do
Never mind the standards through which perfection is proved
Or the measures that heavan says are the rules
Against every law and more and more
Forms the raw core that is undoubtedly you

To the love I never had
With a drink in my hand
Although the days were never bad
And enemies never glad
I'll still be sad
Even if only by a tad
For the love I never ever had

Its to hard to love
to love and to fight for that love has hardened my heels
and scratched my knees that refuse to bend
To love is hard
to love and to live for love has bruised the skin that covers my heart
and cut my years in half
love is hard
love that has given me more sleeplessness than raging and thundering nights
and filled me to the brim with worry
love
love that forms deep in the inner parts of my being and causes me to move and arch and stand tall
This love that is perfect and potent
This love
That love
My love
Our love
Love here and there and far and fair
From which all is made and all is destroyed
And all is born and all is restored
This love that is me
and you
and us
Naturally and organically and instinctively and automatically
Was made by love, to love, by love
And yet
This love is hard