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