Why can't I be loved like her, the same way as her or him and her? Why is loving you expensive? It costs my heart and soul. Even my happiness and peace must pay their way. Paying the bills that were not supposed to be there. 

I'm still as pretty as her. I wear the same heels, and even if I step on the wrong shit, I do pick myself up. I still keep it in check, even if I have to run 25 kilometres extra to be in shape.

You are my home; I'm your only one. But why does she have a room in your heart? Ah, my mistake. You are allowed to have many rooms until you find that "she is all that.".Only your girl, just because that isn't on your page. You love imperfections, but they have to be perfect. 

You must have loved me when you were drunk. Love is blind, but it ain't drunk. Even though love is blind, it can see that enough is enough. It can be seen that I neither need a filter nor a porcelain face. Maybe not drunk, maybe on the highway. Then you would have been high. If you weren't, I wouldn't have called 911. I told them that my heart has broken or that I'm losing you. It's just a journey, but it ain't for me. 

Why can't I be loved like her? Your love is different; it just doesn't hit differently. It's different now that you love me and you love her.
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