Will you still love me

when my makeup’s black smudges

across my face?

Will you still love me

when I drink too much

and bile’s lurking in my mouth?

Will you still love me

when I’m chain-smoking on the porch

and my teeth are all stained?

Will you still love me

when I don’t know what to say

and I can’t make you feel better?

Will you still love me

when I go for long walks

and don’t come back for days?

Will you still love me

when we wake up

and I can’t bare to look at you?

Will you still love me

when I won’t budge

and have stopped making sense?

Will you still love me

When I tell you I just don’t know anymore

and am not sure I ever did?

Will you still love me

when I’m completely reckless

and choose a drug-induced haze?

Will you still love me

when I scream obscenities

and say how much I hate you?

Will you still love me

when I’m restless and impulsive

and decide to drive from Chicago to L.A.?

Will you still love me

when I can’t tell you everything

and need to be alone?

Will you still love me

when I don’t call for days

and then fall in love with you again?

Will you still love me

when I make mistakes

and feel I don’t deserve forgiveness?

Will you still love me

when I question all that I am

and yell that I was never good enough?

Will you still love me

when the music stops

and we can’t think of what to say?

Will you still love me

when I need to write and sktech

and question the value of what I made?

Will you still love me

when my mind is melting

and I act like the shell of who I was?

Will you still love me

when I make stupid jokes

and criticize myself?

Will you still love me

when I don’t want to eat anymore

and survive only on coffee and water?

Will you still love me

when I beg you to sing

and your voice is fading and harsh?

Will you still love me

when I think about my past

and can’t get out of bed?

Will you still love me

when I’m cynical and despondent

and everything’s unreal?

Will you still love me

when I hurt myself

and still feel numb?

Will you still love me

when I don’t make sense

and I need to destroy ****?

Will you still love me

when I admit how isolated I am

and you can’t convince me to open up?

Will you still love me

when I push you away

and need you to stay?

Will you still love me

when I can’t see straight

and I’m okay with dying?

Will you still love me

when I’m awkward and shy

and do anything to avoid your eyes?

Will you still love me

when I think I want to leave

and know I can’t?

Will you still love me

when I run to the city

and I’m sick of seeing these stars?

Will you still love me

when I’m picky and annoyed

and just need to scream?

Will you still love me

when I tell you what I am

and how you just can’t fix the shattered bits?

Will you still love me

when I need all the blankets

and it’s winter outside?

Will you still love me

when I spend all our money on *****

and cigarettes and pills?

Will you still love me

when I’m losing control

and the only thing spinning is my head?

Will you still love me

when I’ve gone crazy

and won’t listen to a thing you say?

Will you still love me

when I write my world in ink

and eat the pages so you can’t read them?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and it’s not even good?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and won’t ever let you see it?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and will never mention it?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and I’ve lost sleep over you?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and I’ve decided it’s all impossible?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and you couldn’t ever see me “that way”?

Will you still love me

when I’ve written this all for you

and you never even loved me at all?

Could you ever love me

when I’m insane

and too scared to try?