pretty words work like a knife
i'll cut all that you hate
and remove my worst parts
and shine me like a trophy
but instead you'll hand me the sheath
and say you love all of me
all the good, all the great, and pretty...
you say that's the easy part to love
but what matters most is
the ugly, sad and fucked parts
because even your enemies will like you when you win
but you say you'll love me even when i'm barely in
so what's the best of me?
you'll say it's all of me
especially those times i reveal broken me
i feel it makes up too much of me
but you say it doesn't matter
you say you love me
all of me
and i'm so thankful
we love the same
that we care the same
that we hurt the same
that we are finally alright
to be not alright.
