I can't make sense of all of this
Or all of that, or which is which
My scattered thoughts, my weary heart
When will this end? When did this start?

What feels so wrong and what is right?
I can't think straight, I have no fight
I'm in the clouds, I can't come down
My thoughts all clustered all around

I feel so numb, I cannot feel
Because my thoughts, can't be based real
This feels so strong, I can't explain
All of this utter, nonsense, pain

Nothing seems steady, I have no ground
Because a clear thought, cannot be found
There's only one thing proven true
I'm in this state of mind for you

Tell me.
So, is this how it’s going to be?
How it will always be?
Me busting my back trying to make you proud,
And you not even noticing or caring to notice?
 
Is this how I will always feel?
Like I’m not good enough
Like I’ll never be good enough.
No matter how hard I try?
 
Elaborate.
Please open my eyes to your understanding of how I should be treated.
Let me into your mind.
Share your daily thoughts.
Whatever goes through your head when you see me.
 
What am I doing so wrong?
Why won’t you love me?
Or treat me like your own?

Love is...
     love is feeling like you're with them, by simply listening to a song. your song
     love is being able to talk about them for hours, never hitting the same topic twice
     love is never wanting to look away from them, and their forgiving eyes
     love is the feeling of safety and comfort while being held in their arms
Love is such an incredible force, but alas, it ends in heartbreak.  heartbreak is...
     heartbreak is songs that you learned just for them, now ruined
     heartbreak is wincing when their name comes up in conversation
     heartbreak is not being able to look at them because they don't look at you like they used to
     heartbreak is the realization that you will never feel their safe arms around you again.

As easy as it is to fall in love, it is equally easy for one to fall out of love, but heartbreak is the part that hurts the most. The final impact after falling for so long, so hard. Heartbreak is the hard part of love, that no one thinks about before letting themselves fall.

I'm not perfect,
I also know I never will be.
And finally, I'm okay with that.

I wear my flaws upon my skin,
Proudly, because they make me who I am.

I'm perfectly imperfect, I'm me