There are time where I want to leave, because the pain gets worse.
There are times when I feel the need to stay, because deep down you're worth it.
I'm only hurting because I care.

For the details of how you look. From the little crater's to your face, to the veins that pop out of your arms.

And the details of what you say.
From your smart remarks said to the class, to the sarcastic comments addressed to me.

I get mad because I'm jealous.
I get quiet when I'm discouraged.
I get happy because you're here.
I get loud when I know we're okay.

There are times when I want to hold you forever, because you're warm and I know it's legit.
There are times when I want to turn my back to you, because that's what you sometimes to do me.

It's not fair.
I want it to be equal, or at least know that it really is there.

Knowing that you're for me is different from when you show that you're for me.

Hold me in front of the world.
Am I worth it? Am I worth the risk?
Although our  love behind closed doors is true.
Is it not worthy of the first degree expression outside of those doors?

Let me know. Am I worth the simple acts that the most truest couples tend to express?

I know it's hard because we're different. But is such fear worth overtaking all instincts of showing feelings?