The truth is...
I'm not easy to love.

I bend and break easily.
Sometimes I'm much too loud.
Sometimes I'm much too quiet.
Sometimes I'm quick to anger.
Sometime's I'm quick to react.
Sometimes I'm not enough,
and sometimes I'm too much.
Sometimes I say things I don't mean,
and sometimes I mean things I shouldn't feel.
Most times I'm paranoid of the things I fear.
All the time, I hate these things about me.

... but with all of that said,
it is easy for me to love
in spite of how difficult it can be
to love me.

I don't struggle to remind you
how beautiful you are to me.
I express all of the ways that
your existence brings me joy.
I will hold you when you need it,
and even when you don't deserve it.
I am faithful, and commitment is important to me.
I am not afraid to show my passion in public.
I am worthy...
even if you think my flaws get the better of me.

I wish that I were easier to love.
Maybe then, you wouldn't need
anyone else but me.

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— © think twice
{woes of the hermit, part two}