What draws me in, to this?
Is it love, or something twisted—
Said a mother to her daughter
It's so hard to tell the difference
But please;
I need to know the difference
"
I didn't understand then
And I won't pretend to know much more now;
All I can do is try to not be angry
And at that, I'll fail.
But I'll learn
"
I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness
Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults
...
I think things that are perfect are easy to love;
We meet God in our love for that which is not