I think the saddest thing to happen to me Was falling out of love with you. Being in love with you- Entranced, obsessed, consumed -Was such a part of who I was at the time. Everyone knew I loved you, Some knew you still loved me too, I had people asking me about our story Because they loved us just as much as I did. Noticing you weren't my storybook prince Was like losing a piece of who I was.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. You put on a front that nothing could phase you But I'm sure it must have been painful. I got what I wanted, I'm not sure if you did I'm sorry our reunion was also our death.
You were so afraid I wouldn't love you. You'd never been with a straight girl As a man before.. but you're all man to me. You're strong and resilient, Handsome and kind. You can be a pain in the *** but in a good way And I keep coming back for more. You were so afraid I wouldn't love you But I fell in love with you hard and fast. Every inch of you is a new piece to love. There are a lot of pieces you hate and You still chose to share those with me. Hesitantly, but I think you learned quickly I love you anyway. It's been a rocky road for us, you're going Through a lot of changes and I've found myself A bit stuck in the middle of it all But if you can love me the way I love you then Our rocky road is my yellow brick path.
I thought I was helping but I never did I pushed you until you couldn't take it anymore. I wanted perfection and thought you were it so when you weren't I couldn't take it either. we both died a little, you died a lot, but I'm sorry I pushed so hard I nearly pushed you off the edge.
What makes me feel beautiful is makeup and hair dye. I love to paint my lips a bright pink, but I get upset When that is all anyone sees. I work on my physical appearance so much, pasting my hair down perfectly, making sure my eyeliner is symmetrical. I get angry when no one sees what my personality can be but truthfully, I don't work on that half as much as I work on my outward appearance. Maybe my insides aren't beautiful enough to compliment. Maybe my hair is the best thing about me. Maybe I'm not worth what I think I am. Unless you count my "beauty."