I am difficult to love, on most days
some days, I will crawl under your skin
some days, I will keep you at bay,
questioning, in the middle of the ocean
one day, I'm pouring my heart out
the next day, you won't even hear a sound
most days, you'll see laughter
most days, you'll hear nothing but tears
you will hear the depths of my despair
and see my eyes and its fading colors
one day, you'll dive deep into my loving
the next day, you'll be sinking into nothing
I will leave you, lost and wandering
and run to you, searching and needing
most days, I will pull you in
keep you locked in my embrace
other days, I will push you away and
walk you to the edge of your patience
at sunrise, you will bask in my sunshine
water my blooming flowers, love them one by one
and at sunset, you will find
my flowers wilting, burn them one by one

will you still see the light, long gone
the beauty in setting suns?
will you choose to see beyond and above?
because on most days, I am difficult to love