i wrote a poem for you.
it had all the words i never knew how to say, written on a simple piece of paper.
i wanted to show it to you, and to declare my love.
but you didnt care,
so i hid my love until one day..
it all burned.

i am tired
not physically
but emotionally
and i dont know how much more i can take
im tired
tired of trying
tired if not being good enough
tired of everything

**** **** **** **** *******

You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles